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Thin White Rope Sack Full Of Silver Americana, The Ghost (Guy Kyser) You'll get what you expected from your 18-dollar home The worth of having cheated and the rage of being alone There was a year when days and hours flew And I gained an hour when I moved out here with you Out of all the thousands I wasted on you You'll have the time to break in your 18-dollar home To feel the worth of cheating and the rage of being alone Your walls are bare like all the walls you've known Your room's the same as dozens you have known Taken more than a table and chairs to make a home But you have two things to furnish your 18-dollar home The worth of having cheated and the rage of being alone Your window is your prehistoric eye Your window is your prehistoric eye Go ahead and watch those dinosaurs roll by Companions you can turn on in your 18-dollar home The worth of having cheated and the rage of being alone Well I woke up on the gravel garound At the feet of a long tall train Remembering not where I was from Remembering not my name I thought of friends from years ago In a youth I'd thrown away And a girl who used to love me so Though I couldn't recall her face Then I realized I was only drunk And the years were stripped away I felt like a widower stoned and watching A filml of his wedding day She ran to the car with a t-shirt on Her face as sad as the moon Well I was lsot and I was bummed By the ghost of yet to come ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ |
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