A mix from the "Don't Come Out of the Hills, Boys" sessions
Jonathan J Goodin
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In the middle of a dead-end road, she's parked beside a sideline show. She puts her make-up for a while. And in the middl of a second-hand skit, see her danced around by her new subject. Fear has built it's campfires around my soul. And when the word came down that you were leaving town, I swear to Christ, I couldn't feel a thing. No. I stood right over here, poured myself another beer with all the time in the world to drink. What would you think?
Sitting pretty at daybreak, but there's no one saying anything about what happened last night. I have seen white crosses grow, and I know where your dead-end show is. it's not as pretty as you think.
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