(Kinky Friedman)
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Walking on the ragged streets of time
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A man is asking if there is a dime
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Someone can spare.
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No one pays him any mind,
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But surely someone sees him there a-crying
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When no one¡¯s there.
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And the washed out whore demands
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The bottle in his hands.
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Ah, Mister, don¡¯t you weep,
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God knows we¡¯ve tried to keep
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The Golden Rule and the
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Top Ten commandments.
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You can¡¯t believe the thing you¡¯ve seen
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On the midnight TV screen
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And nightmare sent by satellite.
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Rain fire falling from the skies
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A mother holds her baby and cries
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And day for us for them is night.
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And love is just a word we preach
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For who can learn what none will teach.
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Ah, people, don¡¯t you weep,
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God knows we¡¯ve tried to keep
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The Golden Rule and the
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Top Ten commandments.
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And moving across on the city street
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A neighbor tried to find his feet
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And fell on down and slipped to ruin.
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The bystanders are all standing by
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Watching from corners of their eyes
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Wondering what on earth can he be doing.
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With a faith nobody shared
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And a love nobody dared
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Oh, Mary, don¡¯t you weep,
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Someday we¡¯ll learn to keep
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The Golden Rule and the
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Top Ten commandments.
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Top Ten Commandments
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Kinky Friedman |