a mother went up to the mountain
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she said it was for gold
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but all these drums and indians, oh no.
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said buddy was a good boy, but just not for me
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come on now pack your bags, time to leave
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but Mom, are you dead?
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are you free from this life you've left for such red faced man
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oh ma, oh please dont leave.
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back to the city with high heels, gold rings upon her hands
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get up son its time to run, jump and land.
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in a wagon with no wheels and no place to go
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she just smiles and nods her head 'oh welcome home' but oh those mines
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can't you see, we're just much too deep for your sins
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though you buried them beneath the mountaintops where are you going with the cold skin blues
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well i just want to be with you
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i know you never said that you would stay forever and its getting late
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well i dont want to be a broken boy, so sad alone, and oh so coy
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why do you got to be so god damn cruel
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well i just want to be with you. but do you
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a mother went back to a mountain
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she said it was for love
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well all those mountains and
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they're buried with their lust and her gold rings
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A Brief Intermission
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The Snake The Cross The Crown |