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They're Cutting My Coffin At The Sawmill lyrics
Reaching long to grab her clothes to
Pull her in every direction and
Throw some game that won't win
This girl, she's looking at me
A glance over then down at her drink
I think she's got the right idea
I think she's got the right idea
"You come with me, we should leave
There's more things interesting than this joint
We pull stares from this whole crew
And you act like you never even knew"
We move out to the street
It's raining hard, coming down in sheets
She takes my hands, pulls hard
And then we make the dash to her car
I think she's got the right idea
I think she's got the right idea
"We're not going anywhere"
She said, "We'll just stay here"
"You come with me, we won't leave
I'll show you something interesting"
Her hair streaked her shirt with rain
And that did some, did something to me
Reaching long to grab her clothes to
Pull her in every direction and
Part of these releases
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- Track 9 on Sanders' Truckstop
- 8 Abm Machine
- 10 Homesick Blues
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