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| Badlees Unfortunate Result Of Spare Time Tore Down Flat In Jackson filthy and anonymous in jackson, a dozen keys to nowhere in his hand black madonna, won't you change his luck and find him fifty grand? 'cause he's tore down, months from nowhere, with the day-to-day out of his hands one key fit the door to her apartment, another fit the business he let die a stray dog whines as the august rains turn naked ground to mud and he's tore down, feelin' nothin' but the third-rate spirits in his blood he's livin' for a ticket on the whiskey train the saddest thing's to see him venerate that ball and chain roadhouse corn done cut his strings to somewhere, paper rich done met a ball of fire black dog cloud done filled his head and drained him like a vampire now he's tore down flat in jackson with a daily gig in the backdrop choir he's livin' for a ticket on the whiskey train the saddest thing's to see him venerate that ball and chain a thick late august field of pigweed dances, a tv from the fillin' station's heard he's holdin' up the wall, the moment says it all without a word well, he's tore down, world stopped movin' when 'halfway to the label claimed it cured ******************************************************************** |
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