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Drive By Truckers Brighter Than Creation's Dark A Ghost To Most I guess I'll never grow a sideburn it's a shame with all I've got to go between I hope somebody's cause takes soon it's getting hard to find a place a root can sink Mama said a lot of things and be thankful was the one she never minded saying twice Thanks to her I can think clear enough, to be thankful that she died before tonight Saving everybody takes a man on a mission with a swagger that can set the world at ease Some believe it's God's own hand on the trigger and the other dumping water in the streets Talking tough is easy when it's other people's evil and you're judging what they do or don't believe It seems to me you'd have to have a hole you're own to point a finger at somebody else's sheet Baby every bone in my body’s gone to jumping like they're gonna come through my skin If they could get along without the rest of me, it wouldn’t matter if they did But skeletons ain’t got nowhere to stick they're money nobody makes britches that size and besides you're a ghost to most before they notice, that you ever had a hair or a hide I don't know how good it does a man, to keep on telling him how good it is he's free free to wash his ghost down the drain, and free for them to tell him there's no such a thing |
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