Handing Out Shovels
Brute Florist
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This is a letter to the ones who were there Handing out shovels at the county faire Weren't any handles to fit my hands So I carried the clarinets for the band Not my concern if you don't see Why this business is following me I should let go and maybe that's true But that's never ever gonna satisfy you When the sun comes up And the dew drops dry Save me a little In the corner of your eye Probably won't write And I may not call But you'll hear me singing in the road This is a letter to the ones who were there Picking up checks for holding down chairs Maybe you're lucky and maybe that's true But luck nor love is gonna satisfy you The moon lays heavy and low in the sky Everybody knows what comes before light By the dawn's break I know you'll be there Handing out the shovels at the county faire Ah When the sun comes up And the dew drops dry Save me a little In the corner of your eye Probably won't write And I may not call But you'll hear me singing in the road
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