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The wind’s trying to blow on through the front door

The rain sounds like God driving nail’s

Sitting and smoking by the candles

All the lights are out in town

No use in trying the T. V

Guitar hasn’t spoke to me in days

Only thing shaking around here are

My hands and the trees outside my window panes

Hand’s on the clock they’re nailed on

Time won’t die it just grins and laughs

Ain’t nothing left to do for a poor boy

You gotta push them stones through the hourglass

My ears are aching for some talking

My belly’s growling for some heat

My arm’s are reaching for a woman

My legs are searching for mainstreet

Guess I could call up Crazy Sandy

She sure can dance good lordy lord

With one hand she’ll cure your lonely

And with the other she’ll be digging around

In your pocket book

You can go out every evening

And have you a high time big boy

But when your money well runs dry, dry, dry

You’ll be paying double for the nights you should’ve spent at home

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