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127

Let me tell you about the farm, all my friends are in the barn Barn life, farmer's wife, don't you make me say it twice Sunny days, bale and hay, go to

Like mighty oak trees they line a shaded well worn path theyre the souls that hae walked beside me and i can see that looking back friends that stood

It was hard for him to get out of bed When the phone rang sleepy eyed she said Charlie's drunk again Why don't you just let it ring? Through the years

I went down to the river to watch the fish swim by But when I got to the river so lonesome I wanted to die, oh Lord So that I jumped in the river, but

memories; At 127 Rose Avenue. ~CHORUS~ Another side eyed boy with his guitar, Cuttin' his teeth on the blues. Here I am wishin' on a falling star, At 127

: Come on You crazy blind kid Don't begin doing that old sin Come on You glass-made kid Cus you know what you did So now you're on your knees You've

: was just a coming around "us" going around it was just a coming around a "me", "you", an "us", "we weres" a coming around, falling around thoughts

The moon shines different on this cold december night who knew that compromise could save your life Three less drinks could change everything One less

The forced smiles, The false handshakes These conversations were held with only one thing on my mind (your phone calls, were missed on purpose).