Holy cow, look what you’ve done
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You’ve got me now so I can’t speak;
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I wonder how you turned out the stars
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I hear your laugh
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Like falling railway cars,
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Far and away, peaking through the bars
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Safe behind your own lock and key
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--safe for now from me
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God only knows how I love you
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But God and His ghost
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And His roadhouse crew
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Ran me out of town on a silver rail
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Free at last and begging Him for jail
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Lock And Key
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| Joe Henry |
