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We said our promises by candlelight
You held my hands, I was dressed in white
We were young
How can we see that far?
How can we see that far?
her smile
Their commitment to each other 
Burned like a forest fire
Otis on the radio singing Stand By Me

As a trooper pulled them over
And said
I know a man named Otis who invented a room,
And his heart was filled with pride
I said to Mr Otis, "What does your room do?"
He said, "It goes
the games you play
And you make each new day
It feels so funny in your mummy's tummy
Before you get born into

The world for to carry on
Remember young
on fighting these habits of clay
It just gets more painful every day
Feel like youĺre sinking into a tar pit
Youĺre an infant, reclaim your tit
Apathetic I
of old Kentucky 
I watched her bloom as the years roll by
And to me there'll never be another
I'll love her 'til the day I die

Oh in dreams I see my
of old Kentucky 
 I watched her bloom as the years roll by
 And to me there'll never be another
 I'll love her 'til the day I die

Oh in dreams I see
of old Kentucky
I watch her bloom as the years roll by
And I know there'll never be another
I love her till the day I die

In my dreams I can see you,
for the crazy shit i saw
Got me trippin' but i reached for the steel anyway
Thats all i can say because after that day
They say too many peopole died
Bonnie Raitt-Trinkets
(Emory Joseph)

When I was a kid
I had a little record
I played it over and over 
Each and every day.
Sung by a man
Named Louie
knee I look both ways when crossing and I flee
Any danger I can see
And if I try each day to save my life in every way I can
How could I understand
So lonesome I could die

Well, we were on the lookout for adventure and fun
Then we told each other it was over and done
But here I go doing
wake and touch this scar across my face
It reminds me of all I got by bein' a winner
Now this broken back was the dyin' act of a handsome Harry Clay
That
[Chorus]
Yo, parole violating fugitives on the run, son
Live by the gun, son, die by the gun, son
We can make it happen if we want to 
Jakes'll
Kentucky I watch her bloom as years go by
And there'll never be another I'll love her till the day I die

Though in dreams I see my darling in a gringo
So lonesome I could die

Well, we were on the lookout for adventure and fun
Then we told each other it was over and done
But here I go doing
death
They wondered how he came to die
It was one of his own gang called little Robert Ford
An' he shot Jesse James on the sly

Poor Jesse had a wife
screwface

Well I'm paranoid at the things I say
Wondering what's the penalty from day to day, 
I'm hanging out partying with girls that never die
So lonesome I could die 
Well, we were on the lookout for adventure and fun 
Then we told each other it was over and done 
But here I go doing
the fill up
No gas, and when I spits like acid
smoke weed, but blow ether, spit ashes 
cause young Rule in his prime like 'Clay Cassius'
Hated by
there at the end of each day's run
Trying in some way to fill the place of a daughter or a son
And I listen as they tell me of their families of days gone
But one little boy who sat by himself
Was reading a letter he had
You could plainly tell by the look on his face
That the contents of it made him sad
(how's the family)
(how's the family)

Mama, you tell me how's the family
And papa, tell me how thing's going by you
And little baby sister, I heard
understand why
I believe if I refuse to grow old
I shall be young till I die
Now I've had my fears
And seventy years
I've had troubles and tears by
Each day through my window I watch her as she passes by
I say to myself you're such a lucky guy
To have a girl like her is truly a dream come true