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Friday, June 17th, 2011
Let’s burn down the cornfield
Let’s burn down the cornfield
We can listen to it burn
We’ll hide behind the oak tree
Hide behind the oak tree
Stay out of danger ’til I return
Oh, it’s so good
On a cold night
To have the fire burning bold and bright
You hide behind the oak tree...
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Friday, December 24th, 2010
Why we can’t fake it you won’t ever say
Both arms hangin’ from the ball and chain
Tongue tied and twisted from braidin’ the rope
Both arms hangin’ from this faded hope
Both arms hangin’ from this faded hope
Heard it in a whisper
Heard it from a jailor’s song
Packed it in a suitcase...
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Friday, July 23rd, 2010
Liars left their roost last night
I heard it from some talkshow host
Fangs and venom working hard
In simulcast from coast to coast
Hey ho, ’round we go
This rotten tree will never grow
Hey ho, ’round we go
This rotten tree will never grow
Dogs and colonels laugh in packs
And take us for the fools...
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Thursday, July 15th, 2010
If you’re ready and the creek don’t rise
If you’re ready with the furnace full
Trees were shakin’ and the break was good
Finally lost him in the neck of the woods
If you’re ready and the creek don’t rise
Mr. Clancy was a dog of prey
Took the decent and the laughin’ sheep
Mr. Clancy...
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Friday, June 11th, 2010
Spent another season in the valley of the bones
But higher grounds was callin, callin me back home
109 answers to 110 proofs
Back up to my bed o’ nails and my leakin roof
Hold me sober and hold me still
Hold my past up against my will
Nothing’s wrong when your head is gone
Nothing is a stranger to me now
All...
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