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Every ending that you ever rushed
Stings like cinder, slow as rust
Shotgun slug found in the middle of
A field of red bags, ripe with Vidalias

Time ain´t always kind
To the shakin´ child or the slippin´ mind

Every heart that you ever loved
Ragged wrung and divvied up
Fallow tracts to a scythe, a dove
A cellar stocked with bushels of

Time ain´t always kind
To the shakin´ child or the slippin´ mind

Hallelujah, turpentine
We can tend the land for a little while
Bones of those beneath the boundary lines

East in sets first, and then clockwise, clockwise

Every acre that you ever owned
Hissed and split like a radiator hose
I seen your kinfolk walkin´ the meadows
Burrs and burns, but not alone

Time ain´t always kind
To the shakin´ child or the slippin´ mind

Hallelujah, turpentine
We can tend the land for a little while
Bones of those beneath the boundary lines
East in sets first, and then clockwise, clockwise