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 Reverend Royal, Foggy eyes of California

 The sun sleeps in the ditches too lazy to burn it off

 With a name like Smokey Bill Long, just lucky like Errol,

 At the rodeo you spend most of your time in the dirt

 Staring at the seesaw face of Cornelia Williams

 Staring back at you with a look that says she’s gonna leave

 Out there on the flat land, trying to lasso the dog

 With your bob and weave smiling at you with your yellow teeth

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 When things unravel she’ll be there with the needle

 It’s plain to see why there’s two kinds of laughter in the world

 ve heard of robbin’ the cradle, never heard of robbin’ the grave

 Things will unravel my darlin’ you can count the days

 Trying to cross with the traffic light today

 Fell in the gravel that’s all normal now

 Dressed in Amarillo to match your red eyes

 A painful contrast the owner and the wife

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 Everyone knows there’s no humor in suicide

 Everyone laughs when they don’t know and wish you right by

 Everyone knows there’s no humor in suicide

 Everyone laughs when they don’t know and pass you right by

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