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~{B'Lieve Hon}~
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Old Crow Medicine Show
BEACON TOWN Summer's gone, cool winds are coming And all it's pleasures slip through my hands The leaves are falling all around me And the moon is rising slow again All the people stop and stare And they shake their heads as I pass them by Do I look troubled, do I look lonely? Do I look like I got tears to cry? Oh the hours, the daylight lingers All my deeds I leave undone Well through the night I hear the wolves are howling And then I dream the angels come Well a good man can always go wrong And sometimes the bad get it right Well in this life I can't do neither It's like turning the day to night Well it must be Sunday morning Or a holiday for the King For I can hear the bells are tolling Yeah and I can hear the choir sing And now i'm slipping in the river And watching all my bridges burn I'm looking right into the sun And i'll make it home when it come my turn Troubles, oh, they are upon me The lessons I have never learned Well send my ticket, send it one-way For i've got no bridges left to burn |
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