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Veirs Laura The Triumphs Travails Of Orphan Mae

Twenty days walking so lonely and talking to myself and the rocks and sand Got me to thinking 'bout going and drinking in a tavern with a clean-shaven

Did you see that lady there They stripped her to her underwear She took it one step further and stripped to bare Through the rising flames And smoke

The yellow wind sends brambles through the dust The tractor wheels won't turn for all the rust the corn has died And dried upon the stalk her lips are

The sky's a raven marching band black blizzard blowing across the land Come darling take my hand i'm whiskey poured into the sand Star blossoms bloom

Birds were falling from the sky all leaves had turned to brown The heartless cold froze everything and took my poor red down Poor old red she's dead