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I found me waking, on a Sunday morning, I'm wondering which way, that old winds gonna blow me, I'm waking up late, with no plan forming, up and out the door, out the door I go, and I laughed at the buildings all standing around, and I laughed at them looking so dumb and temporary, caught a glimpse, of the day I knew they'd all topple down, the way that I do most every day, and I found myself fearing, walking down the alley, of the roads that I've frequented all these long years, terrified of seeing all the faces that I have been, and dreamed about the way that they all used to be, and I'm here standing like a failed old idiot, staring at my crooked old footprint, dreaming about the things that I once held close, and how they took their leave, one by one, brick by brick, toppling all down so I can stack them up again, when all things sad parade before me, I look down, see no blood on my hands, is this not the moment I can be sure, that I'm the one to blame, my world it keeps spinning, always tilting always turning, yes my world it blinks out, past horizons that I know, my sentence is called my sentence is called, and it's blowing on the wind, yessir buddy I know, that I must hold the things that I've got, and I'll that which I hold not, well shit I'll give it a shot, find me out a smile my lord my great god, find me out two deep brown eyes, find me out a smile lord my sweet god, that can laugh at all my moans, and giggle at my cries, and I'll remember what's so fucking funny lord god, of the joke you've made of all our lives, bring her face to mine my lord my sweet god and her lips will teach my own, to smile one more time, in this mist and in this brine, in the stockyards of our crimes, one more time, and I will leave all the first tries, up to they who stand a chance, and I will yield up my claims, to the younger hand, cause I thought too long, and I moved too slow, what a man never done, can never be undone

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from The Fucking Buckaroos, released July 4, 2007

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