I met you in the saddle, rode you in the dust
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Held your hand to the heavens, pulled your heart to the earth
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There was something that blinded me more than the mist
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And the breath of the cottonwood buds lighter yet
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And you rode the maypole of dance hall legs
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And galloped to another's embrace
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And I bit the flowers from your wrist corsage
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And you waltzed too slowly, too slowly you waltzed
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With that girl from Widow's Grove
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Oh, I'd follow you to the river, that washes out to the sea
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Through the wind, through the rain of a cold dark night
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That's where I'll be
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Near the breath of a swallow, petals dropped as you fell
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And you grabbed then shyly held me, against the stone cold well
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In your hand was a glass, you held the ice against the night
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And it dripped and it sparkled and I laughed a wish
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Before it all slipped down the dark tunneled well
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I heard it melt quietly and I looked at you
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Bent to the earth with just one pleading wish
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Your skirts brushed to the furious pounding
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Oh, I'd follow you to the river, that washes out to the sea
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Through the wind, through the rain of a cold dark night
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That's where I'll be
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I hid in the elm and raised the bough, that hung even with your neck
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And I chased you and drowned you, there deep in the well
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And when your mouth was full and wet, I swallowed all your reckless fate
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And with your last breath, you moaned too drunk to wake
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Oh, I'd follow you to the river, that washes out to the sea
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Through the wind, through the rain of a cold dark night
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That's where I'll be
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Through the wind, through the rain of a cold dark night
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That's where I'll be
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Widow's Grove
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| Tom Waits |
