Eyolf Østrem

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When the last rose of summer pricks my finger
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And the hot sun chills me to the bone
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When I can't hear the song for the singer
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And I can't tell my pillow from a stone

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I will walk alone by the black muddy river
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And sing me a song of my own
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I will walk alone by the black muddy river

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This is the story of Hezekiah Jones...

Hezekiah Jones lived in a place... in Arkansas.
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He never had too much,
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except he had some land,

An' he had a couple of hogs and things like that.

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He never had much money
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But he spent what he did make as fast as he made it,
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So it never really mattered that he had much money.

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But in a cupboard there,
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It's Hell Time Man
It's Hell Time Man
It's Hell Time Man
It's Hell Time Man

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Down these streets the fools rule
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There's no freedom or self respect,
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A knife's point or a trip to the joint
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Is about all you can expect.
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They kill people here who stand up for their rights,
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The system's just too damned corrupt
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It's always the same, the name of the game
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Is who do you know higher up.

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My name is Donald White, you see,
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I stand before you all.
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I was judged by you a murderer
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And the hangman's knot must fall.
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I will die upon the gallows pole
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When the moon is shining clear,
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And these are my final words
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That you will ever hear.

I left my home in Kansas
When I was very young,
I landed in the old Northwest,
Seattle, Washington
Although I'd a-traveled many miles,

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Sad I'm sittin' on the railroad track
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Watchin' that old smokestack
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Train is a-leavin' but it won't be back.

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Well [...] ain't at home right now      [Andr?] [/I ain't quite at home...]
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He can't come to the phone              [/I ...]
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so leave your name and number
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when you hear that lonesome tone

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I'd gladly talk to you right now
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I'd like to guarantee
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but I can't speak on his behalf
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'cos I'm not really he

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Answer me, sweetheart.

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Answer me, oh my love
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Just what sin have I been guilty of
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Won't you tell me  how I lost your love
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Answer me, sweetheart.

You were mine yesterday
I thought love was here tot stay
Won't you tell where I've gone astray,
Answer me my love

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If you can do without me
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I'll try not to care
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But if you ever think about me

Half a mile from the county fair
And the rain keep pourin' down
Me and Billy standin' there
With a silver half a crown
Hands are full of a fishin' rod
And the tackle on our backs
We just stood there gettin' wet
With our backs against the fence

Oh, the water
Oh, the water
Oh, the water
Hope it don't rain all day

Chorus:
And it stoned me to my soul
Stoned me just like Jelly Roll
And it stoned me
And it stoned me to my soul
Stoned me just like goin' home
And it stoned me

Then the rain let up and the sun came up
And we were gettin' dry
Almost let a pick-up truck nearly pass us by