He's a man of the grain
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Wears his robe of burly pain
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Bowls the town for alcohol
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Chewed up his name and he sold it all
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Perched it up for sale
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He turned the light out
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He turned the sign down farewell goodnight
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The awning falls flat and the clocks are spinning
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Bowl the town for alcohol you are what i need
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He resides in a carnival turns the pages
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And mocks it all he's a martyr with a wide rope
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Turns his head to watch it fall
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Hacked his hand through the toil
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He's a product of failed love
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William's Alabama
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Shannon Wright |