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Dirty July mornin' clothes

Flappin' on the line

Flappin' on the line

Clothes flappin' on the line

Well the cops sent out the warnin'

Phantom One has done his time

One had done his time

Phantom One has done his time

But that don’t mean nothin' to me

Could care less if he rots in his cell

Cause I’ve got a fuse of my own to burn

While I stand in line to take my turn

Waiting for the mail

I was promised a letter

At least a Japanese postcard

A Japanese postcard

Japanese postcard

And after all of these days I can count

All the ways

Ain’t seen nothin' like that so far

Nothin' like that so far

Nothin' like that so far

I wonder if she’s in trouble what

Kind of demons

Are on her tail

But there ain’t nothin' I can do to change

The changes she’s been through

While I’ve been

Waiting for the mail

Last night I dreamed

About a motel near the border

A dim light and a twenty dollar room

Sweat poured from my brow

As I lay there frozen

I was wide awake and not a

Minute to soon

Well the buzzards fly up to the heavens

Dog sound asleep on the porch

Sound asleep on the porch

Dog sound asleep on the porch

And it’s year to the day

Since the fields burned away

But I still carry this torch

I still carry this torch

I still carry this torch

And I’m feelin' a little bit seasick

But I’ve still got one hand on the rail

And one eye on the road cause that’s

Where my future will unfold while

I’m waiting for the mail

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