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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
father was a Yankee too
And that's going some
For the Yankees, by gum
Oh, say can you see
Anything about my pedigree that's phoney?

I'm a Yankee
My mother went this morning
October in the fall
There wasn't any warning
There's no good friends to call

It's just water under the bridge
It's just
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
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
Mother, oh Mother, he asked me to marry
He asked for my hand in the fall
But Mother, oh Mother, you said child be wary
When a sweet talking man
County of New York, just some spic
They scrubbed off the sidewalk
Guilty by my dress
Guilty in the press
Let the Capeman burn for the murders
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
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
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
infinitely winding, as I write, as I write 

We prayed we prayed for rain 
I never wanted to see the sun again 

All my dresses you made by hand 
We left
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
'Twas in the year of '82,
In the springtime of the year,
I left my mother and a home so dear
All for that girl on the Greenbriar shore.

My
I might live a little longer dear
A sick mother said to her son
I will leave you when the roses disappear
They're fading one by-why one

Then
walk the path our fathers walked
Live by the clocks our mothers watched
When she stayed up to wait for you
Blue on grey
Grey on blue

Get out
or lose...
Spent Saturday's black and blue.
But it was what I love to do,
And it was more than just a game.

It was my life and it was fun.
Another
Enough for everyone

 Beautiful
 Is all I see when I look at me
 Beautiful
 Every mother's dream
 Day by day
 Things just keep getting prettier (so
a little souvenir of my wicked ways

[Chorus]
I would rather die fast than to ever live slow
Father forgive me what my mother don’t know
The scratch
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