Pat Garvey
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Well somewhere the sun today's soakin' up a cornfield dry
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But it's shining a love song on some snowy clouds
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And I know my fingerprints will be brushed away
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By the hard plate every day of the century
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But the other night when you cried and you woke me up
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Just to tell me of your bad dream
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I held you close to be of some avail
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Tryin' to hold the wind up with a sail
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We turned again and stood upon that gentle land
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It's a vulnerable drum of old moss and sand
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We could rise up another hot naked wall if we stand tall
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We can face it again, it's the same old wind
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But last night when you cried and woke me up
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Just to tell me it's all a bad dream
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I tried to hold you to be of some avail
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Like tryin' to hold the wind up with a sail
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Whenever you cry and wake me up and tell me you know
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That it's all a bad dream
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I want to be there to hold you to be of some avail
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Tryin' to hold the wond up with a sail
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Tryin' To Hold The Wind Up With a Sail
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| Jerry Jeff Walker |
