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just for a lead on election day

my october my america
running out of time

my october my america
read between the lines
you October '89
If I live in the past, there's no future
I'm looking forward to leaving October behind

All things work for good
Has become my
you October '89
If I live in the past, there's no future
I'm looking forward to leaving October behind

All things work for good
Has become my
From a shack by a mountain stream 
To a room in New Orleans 
So far from my Blue Ridge Mountain home 
The men I meet ain't warm and friendly
standing by the live oak tree, in our yard on Canyon Lake
And I'm driving under miles and miles of clear blue Texas skies
Some strangers in a pick-up truck,
(Dolly Parton)

From a shack by a mountain stream 
To a room in New Orleans 
So far from my Blue Ridge Mountain home 
The men I meet ain't warm
to the moon, I'm screaming re-load the clip
I bought my bitch from Perfections, you know I buy my affection
Ain't no love for me, nigga, and I accept my
Peugeot.
My older brother was a gi-joe.
Red white and blue from my head to my.
Toes.

I'm an American boy.
(He has words speeches by Martin Luther
Nineteen hundred seventy three
My second cousin Calvin and me
We loaded down his old blue green Corvair
And headed for the State Fair

Was mid
say
We used to dance the night away

Me and my sister me and my brother
We used to walk down by the river
Mama lives in Mandeville
I can hardly
Late last night at rest with my mate
I'm visited by a victim of hate
A spectoral group, yet they're one and the same
They would never live
Nor would
to wait
For the sound of Jilted John

Virginia Wade was winning our hearts
She made us want to live
Vicious and his brothers
Were trying to set us free
But
still blowing, Lord,
You know the song were flowing
From a broken-hearted lady
By the wayside.
Listen to my song, you
Kept it ringing clean
from the shell of a worm
I wonder how You give it wings
When green leaves burst into the colors of a flame
I wonder why October is time for the display
life
And in the river reflections of me

Just for a second a glimpse of my father I see
And in a movement he beckons to me
And in a moment the memories
of your life
And in the river reflections of me

Just for a second a glimpse of my father I see
And in a movement he beckons to me
And in a moment
sister, if you live by the sword
You shall perish by the sword
If you live by the sword
You shall perish by the sword, brother

My sister, you must
to touch down
Ain't lookin' for nothin', just want to live
Me and the brothers under the bridge
Come the Santa Ana's, man, that dry brush'll light
Billy
my way, take a boat from the river and I'd bury the old man.
I'd bury him at sea.
 
Blessed are the poor, for they shall inherit the earth.
Better
I reminisce for a spell, or shall I say think back
22 years ago to keep it on track
The birth of a child on the 8th of October
A toast but my
I reminisce for a spell, or shall I say think back
22 years ago to keep it on track
The birth of a child on the 8th of October
A toast but my
of our own
And my brother's coming up on sixteen
And my daddy taught us all, how to live off the land
And how to stand up for what we believe
by the sword
You shall perish by the sword
If you live by the sword
You shall perish by the sword, brother

My sister, you must remember the word is
what we say
We used to dance the night away
Me and my sister me and my brother
We used to walk down by the river

Mama lives in mandeville
I can
Ain't lookin' for nothin , I just want to live
Me and the brothers under the bridge

Come the Santa Anas and man that dry brush would light
Jimmy