He was a coal miner in the spring blinded with its dusty resolutions broke his back for higher contributions now he'd take
anything well she was 1970 burning like a cigarette long season heir to all her family's old treasons she makes love hard like an
enemy oh ma he's dying
And the river don't sleep when the water runs cold and the calander burns as the story unfolds and the valley spans miles when
the mountain stands high can't they let us run wild for another midnight perhaps we're an election day pumping hands and
kissing all the babies ain't no time for shadowed doubts or maybes is there another way? or we're a stolen cadillac racing for a
roadback in the distance flashing by a lifetime in an instance can we take it back? oh ma he's dying oh ma he's dying
And the river don't sleep when the water runs cold and the calander burns as the story unfolds and the valley spans miles when
teh mountain stands high can't they let us run wild for another midnight
Can we take it back
And the valley spans miles when the mountains stands high can't they let us run wild for another midnight

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