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Mcmurtry James Childish Things

I still believe in ghosts I've put away childish things, I've put away childish things I've put away childish things, I've put away childish things

I?ve got it all to myself now Crack the window just a hair Dark and close, the way I like it Black tobacco chokes the air I keep to myself, I lack the

Coming down the mountain boys what do I see Bear tracks bear tracks coming after me Better get your rifle before it?s too late The bear?s got a pig and

She gets a little restless in the spring She might follow the lines you sing Bullshit though they are ?Cause sometimes that?s just the thing If delivered

I guess you had your reasons For the way you used to be Don?t why I couldn?t please you You just never had much faith in me There?s fine dust in the

There?s a Vietnam Vet with a cardboard sign Sitting there by the left turn line Flag on his wheelchair flapping in the breeze One leg missing and both