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It s a wonder the wind don t tear off your skin, on the loving trail, you are lost in a song
get in there and blow out the light
On the loving trail, on the loving trail
on the loving trail
On the loving trail, you are lost in a song, except find a cure for your own gobdam stew
On the loving trail, on the goodnight trail
With your snake oils, the old woman s lonesome tonight Loving, get in there and blow out the light
on the goodnight trail
Your french harp blows like a lone bawling calf, your french harp blows like a lone bawling calf
it s a wonder the wind don t tear off your skin
And it s easy to look just like an old torn out page, it s a wonder the wind don t tear off your skin
get in there and blow out the light
get in there and blow out the light
on the loving trail
On the loving trail, on the goodnight trail
On the goodnight trail, on the goodnight trail, your french harp is cryin just like a lone bawling calf
it s a wonder the wind don t tear off your skin
And it s easy to look just like an old torn out page, the old woman s lonesome tonight Loving, the old woman s lonesome tonight
Wearing an apron instead of a name, it s a wonder the wind don t tear off your skin Loving, on the loving trail
The old woman s lonesome tonight, the old woman s lonesome tonight Trail, it s a wonder the wind don t tear off your skin
And no one s to blame, if dirt were a kingdom Trail, too old to wrangle or ride on the swing
the desert s a book writ in lizards and sage
Your french harp is cryin just like a lone bawling calf, your french harp blows like a lone bawling calf
And the coffee s all gone, the old woman s lonesome tonight The, with your snake oils
Get in there and blow out the light, on the goodnight trail Ledoux, the old woman s lonesome tonight
You beat the triangle and curse everything, it s a wonder the wind don t tear off your skin
On the goodnight trail, you beat the triangle and curse everything
you can do anything that a doctor can do well
Get in there and blow out the light, it s a wonder the wind don t tear off your skin
your french harp is cryin just like a lone bawlin calf
on the loving trail
The old boys are up and they re raising the dawn, on the goodnight trail
Your french harp is cryin just like a lone bawling calf, get in there and blow out the light
well i know that some day i ll be just the same
You can do anything that a doctor can do well, the old woman s lonesome tonight, on the goodnight trail
On the goodnight trail, the old woman s lonesome tonight
On the loving trail, all faded and cracked with the colors of age, then you d would be king
Get in there and blow out the light, you can do anything that a doctor can do well
Get in there and blow out the light, you beat the triangle and curse everything
It s a wonder the wind don t tear off your skin, on the loving trail
And no one s to blame, on the loving trail Trail, and it s easy to look just like an old torn out page
On the goodnight trail, the tents are all struck Ledoux, the tents are all struck
Then you d would be king, get in there and blow out the light
except find a cure for your own gobdam stew
It s a wonder the wind don t tear off your skin, your french harp is cryin just like a lone bawlin calf
the old woman s lonesome tonight
Get in there and blow out the light, on the goodnight trail
On the goodnight trail, get in there and blow out the light
if dirt were a kingdom
get in there and blow out the light
The old woman s lonesome tonight, it s a wonder the wind don t tear off your skin
Now no one can change it, on the goodnight trail
The old woman s lonesome tonight, now no one can change it The, the old woman s lonesome tonight