Oh, I can see your tracks
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But I won't follow them
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I'll just hope for rain
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Or some kind of crazy wind
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To erase them
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And chase them into oblivion
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Oh, I can smell the smoke
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From your fire, babe
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But I'll leave you alone
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And sleep in this lonely cave
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And pray for
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A storm to scrub this dirt away
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Oh, I can hear the snakes
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Creeping 'cross the scene
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I'm quaking in my boots
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But you won't hear me scream
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You're halfway down to New Orleans
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You're halfway down to New Orleans
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I Can See Your Tracks
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Laura Veirs |