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She said she was going to see Grandma 
Who lives by the river so wide 
And I guess my mommy's feeling bad 
And perhaps she won't be home tonight
She said she was going to see Grandma 
Who lives by the river so wide 
And I guess my mommy's feeling bad 
And perhaps she won't be home tonight
She said she was going to see Grandma 
Who lives by the river so wide 
And I guess my mommy's feeling bad 
And perhaps she won't be home tonight
pass me by
No matter if you live
No matter if you die

Sloe gin, sloe gin
Tryin' to wash away the pain inside
Well, I'm sick and I'm all done in
pass me by
No matter if you live
No matter if you die

Sloe gin, sloe gin
Tryin' to wash away the pain inside
Well, I'm sick and I'm all done in
feast at your table, I'll sleep in your clover
Who cares what the morrow shall bring
 
Today, while the blossoms still cling to the vine
I'll taste
table, I'll sleep in your clover

Who cares what the morrow shall bring?

Today while the blossoms still cling to the vine
I'll taste your
fucking lonely

You stand and bleeding people pass you by
Don´t matter if you live
Don´t matter if you die

Sloe Gin, sloe Gin
Tryin´ to wash away
paved from la to Santa Fe
That city lives only in my dreams

Landmarks lost to parking lots in the city I called home
Looking back I see what used
Written by b. setzer

You only go around once on this big spinnin' planet of love
So don't be wastin' my time
Tell me what you're dreamin' of
We'll
Woh, I'm broke again
Blew my money on the smell of gin
Woh, here I go again
Fallin' down on the same old sin

Oh I know, I know
I know I'm
the soft southern winds in the live oak trees
And those Williams boys they still mean a lot to me
Hank and Tennessee
I guess we’re all gonna be what we’re
Detroit to D.C. night train, Capitol, parts East. 
Lone young man takes a seat. 
And by the rhythm of the rails, 
Reading all his mother's mail
gin on his breath and a Bible in his hand
He talked about honor and things I should know
Then he staggered a little as he went out the door

I can
What I need is a horse and meadow
A fireplace for snowy days
Some cherry blossom outside my window
A little hope to light my way

What I want is
When I was a kid Uncle Remus he put me to bed
With a picture of Stonewall Jackson above my head
Then daddy came in to kiss his little man
With gin
What is so rare as a day in June?
'Till now we have never been told
The old question's answered by one that is new
What is so rare, dear, as you?
What is so rare as a day in June?
'Till now we have never been told
The old question's answered by one that is new
What is so rare, dear, as you?
What is so rare as a day in June?
'Till now we have never been told
The old question's answered by one that is new
What is so rare, dear, as you?
What is so rare as a day in June?
'Till now we have never been told
The old question's answered by one that is new
What is so rare, dear, as you?
What is so rare as a day in June?
'Till now we have never been told
The old question's answered by one that is new
What is so rare, dear, as you?
When I was a kid Uncle Remus he put me to bed
With a picture of Stonewall Jackson above my head
Then daddy came in to kiss his little man
With gin
What is so rare as a day in June?
'Till now we have never been told
The old question's answered by one that is new
What is so rare, dear, as you?
What is so rare as a day in June?
'Till now we have never been told
The old question's answered by one that is new
What is so rare, dear, as you?
What is so rare as a day in June?
'Till now we have never been told
The old question's answered by one that is new
What is so rare, dear, as you?