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Текст: GhostHandPunch. That Spectral Dance. Prairie Rose.


I met up with her in Austin she was wondering down the road a small town girl the biggest heart I ever seen she said she?d help carry my load and I suppose that?s not the way it should go we made it on the last train we made it just in time we snuck on board we can?t pay our own way and we?re rolling down the line and I suppose that?s not the way it should go but I?ll go anyway she wakes up in the morning eyes unlocked from sleep she don?t know I been watching her as she dreams and I suppose that?s not the way it should go but I?ll go anyway my prairie rose your hands I?ll hold and I?ll keep that rose until I grow old ?til the day I?m gone I?ll sing this song yes sir I belong to prairie rose the car pulled into the station we jumped off of the frame who would?a thought I could?a loved someone never having learned their name and I suppose that?s not the way it should go but I?ll go anyway my prairie rose your hands I?ll hold and I?ll keep that rose until I grow old ?til the day I?m gone I?ll sing this song yes sir I belong to prairie rose

(Thanks to G.H. for these lyrics)
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