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On these plains in this county called county Wayne/I've slept in many beds and driven every street/What guides me home is that blue burning flame/It shines through the darkness and it burns through the rain/These the honor of the rouge steel man/providing for his daughters and playing in the sand/When I die do one thing/Lay my body down where the rose is sown/I've heard your views on the poor/how they spend there welfare checks I don't care anymore/If you notice the Birmingham homes have less yellow ribbons on the lawn/This ain't no song of class envy/Working man is a fool and the rich man is blind/When I die do one thing/Lay me under blue sky's where the Jaybird sings/If I had no love for the Lord/I would slit that mans throat/Think nothing of his loss/With this kiss my love to you/We'll make a lot enemies there is no going home/We'll make a lot enemies there is no going back/When I die just do one thing/Sleep in my t-shirts and curse these days/Sleep in mine
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On these plains in this county called county Wayne/I've slept in many beds and driven every street/What guides me home is that blue burning flame/It shines through the darkness and it burns through the rain/These the honor of the rouge steel man/providing for his daughters and playing in the sand/When I die do one thing/Lay my body down where the rose is sown/I've heard your views on the poor/how they spend there welfare checks I don't care anymore/If you notice the Birmingham homes have less yellow ribbons on the lawn/This ain't no song of class envy/Working man is a fool and the rich man is blind/When I die do one thing/Lay me under blue sky's where the Jaybird sings/If I had no love for the Lord/I would slit that mans throat/Think nothing of his loss/With this kiss my love to you/We'll make a lot enemies there is no going home/We'll make a lot enemies there is no going back/When I die just do one thing/Sleep in my t-shirts and curse these days/Sleep in mine
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