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I was ready to be gone
But how I've missed you while away
Digging dirt from Ensenada up to California
It's true the time here moves more slowly
But I still don't want to stay
It was a scorcher of a Sunday
And the rain was falling down hot
I was walking through an alley
To somewhere I've since forgot
All a sudden from out of nowhere
I felt it burn but I didn't hear the shot
I see my father as it darkens
And it rains and I feel cold
At the movies in Cinecolor
He gave his hand to me to hold
It was Jim Bannon as the new Red Ryder
In Roll Thunder Roll
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It Was Time
04:10
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When I was on that pavement
And damn near made a ghost
I did consider what I would miss most
It was not your eyes that shine so bright
It was not some sunrise
It was time
Back in my apartment
Lying on my bed
I held so gently a strange cigarette
How lovely the smoke that captures the light
As it moves through space
And travels through time
So scatter me when it's done
In a forest or the sea
Or bury me quiet by a little old tree
Or I may just walk off into the night
I'll make up my mind in time
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Swamp people at a county fair
You and me are gonna go downtown
Quit breathing in this fetid air
Get a little drunk and fool around
Do you remember when you told me
The dream you had when you were 14
The falling rain and rising sea
Everything washed clean and you were free
It's true your mom's a little love impaired
And your daddy didn't hang around
It must be something in the Florida air
Or the thing that we don't talk about
Do you remember when you told me
The dream you had when you were 15
The falling rain the boiling sea
Everything burned clean and you were free
Baby we were dealt a dismal hand
But you and me are gonna sort it out
My cousin said he found a van
We could fix it up and leave the South
I remember when you told me
The dream you had when you were 13
The zinnias, the hawthorn trees
That you had been born clean and you were free
Swamp people at a county fair
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If My Tractor Had Wings
02:42
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November child, she was born in a hard way
The fever went wild one night while I was away
If I'd been around maybe she'd be alive
And if my tractor had wings then it could fly
Her mom was gone on port wine and codeine
She drove a car off the bridge into the creek
If I'd intervened I might still have a wife
And if my tractor had wings then it could fly
I spend my days looking down over the ridge
Up where the creek cuts through the hill beside the bridge
If my tractor had wings I believe it could fly
You never know until you try
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The Blue-Eyed Barbarian
02:27
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When the Blue-Eyed Barbarian came from the West
I said 'how do you raise a kid in a world like this,
'The air suffused with heat and death?
'I'm not drunk I'm just depressed and tired.'
The Blue-Eyed Barbarian came from the West
You got money from your dad that's cool I'm impressed
Then you talk about it like you conquered the West
You could probably fit a little in your ass and set it on fire
And in the end nothing was clear
I try to hold still until even that disappears
It's coming up on the season that I like best
Straighten the back and relax the chest
And watch the wall or watch the breath
Like the Blue-Eyed Barbarian who came from the West
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On a windswept plain with long black hair
A woman sat alone in the freezing air
Amid a turgid horde of 10,000 men
She sang a quiet song as they closed her in
It was then I knew that the world would end
At the violent hands of violent men
On the windswept plain the woman sat alone
And I was filled with fear as she sang a quiet song
And I was not afraid
And the wind did howl as the men drew near
They swung their blades, blood in their beards
She raised one hand and made time stand still
And her eyes they shone for she had come to kill
And I was not afraid
So there she was, covered in blood
With the wreck of death around her
She looked at me, said "Bo, you can be a real fucking downer."
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