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Reverend Royal, Foggy eyes of California

The sun sleeps in the ditches too lazy to burn it off

With a name like Smokey Bill Long, just lucky like Errol,

At the rodeo you spend most of your time in the dirt

Staring at the seesaw face of Cornelia Williams

Staring back at you with a look that says she’s gonna leave

Out there on the flat land, trying to lasso the dog

With your bob and weave smiling at you with your yellow teeth

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When things unravel she’ll be there with the needle

It’s plain to see why there’s two kinds of laughter in the world

ve heard of robbin’ the cradle, never heard of robbin’ the grave

Things will unravel my darlin’ you can count the days

Trying to cross with the traffic light today

Fell in the gravel that’s all normal now

Dressed in Amarillo to match your red eyes

A painful contrast the owner and the wife

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Everyone knows there’s no humor in suicide

Everyone laughs when they don’t know and wish you right by

Everyone knows there’s no humor in suicide

Everyone laughs when they don’t know and pass you right by

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