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Favored Man
01:52
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Thin as a note, white as a ghost
Open as a bag we kept the needle in
I've been hammered, I've been nailed,
I've been crushed up and railed
I've been thick as the memory of my favorite sin
Oh lord, my lord,
Would you forgive me if I am boring?
It's time I came clean about the way that I am
Happy as a stooge, got nothing left to do
Except turn myself into that favored man
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"Call me Crazy"
02:21
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Call me crazy, I just may be in love
But at the rate they've been paying me
It might never be enough
One is for the money, and two is for the show
Both hanging me heavy and never letting me go
Sing back slow how you told me so
I will stretch that road that takes you home
Call me crazy, I just may be falling in line
Desolate dreaming, I was wasting so much time
I'm saving my money and I am down to live real slow
Because in a few more thousand I might finally be let go
Sing back slow how you told me so
I will stretch that road that takes me home
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Never Knew
01:34
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Well I never knew what you wanted from me
What if you wanted from me something I couldn't do?
And I never knew knew if those stories were true
What if those stories are true? I might be doomed.
I know I never said what you wanted to hear
What if you wanted to hear was everywhere our love would go?
But I never knew what you wanted from me
When all you wanted from me was to know.
If you can handle the truth I can handle it too, babe.
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See My Woman
01:58
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See my woman now you know everything that you need to know
See my work clothes and you know everything that you need to know
See my small home and know everything that you need to know
See my woman now you can see my woman go.
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Tired, Holy
01:34
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On your knees on my rails by your tired, holy sails
Hoping for a little wind might blow me home
But if there ain't no heaven there ain't no hell
And little girl I think it's just as well
Because what would we do with all that time, anyway?
When I say I don't believe, it don't mean what you think it means
I just been wondering if there could be even more
And I don't think it needs a name,
But if we must give it a name
I guess I got no problem with the Lord.
On your knees on my rails by your tired, holy sails
Hoping for a little wind might blow me home
Well there ain't no one in this world
Who needs nothing like I need my girl
That goes for God, goes for gold, and it goes for long.
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