There's a dirt floor underneath here
To receive us when changes
Summer is lost now
The frost is closing in
To the cold
Living with the Law
As the party closes
I ain't got a clue
Red and yellow
To Joy (Revolution of the Innocents)
Lyrics by Chris Whitley
I made
The ground gives as you go
With all them secrets that
Breaking rocks all day on the avenue
its hard to unearth
Everybody knows
I can tell how you fill your clothes
I can
Well, I knew you'd return to the other side
Well, the
Automatic love is all I want
End of the day
Automatic love
Now when this is over, over and through
When all them
Out on a range in a season too soon
No electric
I ain't got no pride in my pants
I ain't got
I look out your bedroom window
Clear blue sky
I look out
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