There is guilt behind every door
And every promise is begging
I'm a lonesome schoolboy
and I just came into town
All of the garden's flowers have grown to respect you
All
Hit the road
Hit the road
You better hit the road
Mama's coming
She drives an older car
(?)
She bought a used guitar
She plays
When I'm lyin' in my bed
I hear music in my
i remember every word that you said
i'm much more flattered
You were dying on the fine
And the world's been so
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