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von Delta Spirit

Be like a rug, hashed out in club
And it′s all for my better men
I'll give you a rib
With the mirror all dried up

When it′s not much but a widow's gift
In the right raise of sun
If you squint hard enough
There can be only one like it


I'd write you a song for all men to be one
And I′ll sing it from a place of pride
I can sing over most and I′d gladly be the host
But most often I just hang my head and cry

There's a song beneath the earth
There is eyes within the dirt
Under the nails of a working man

Drug in by the rain
All the crooked ways I think
A wish as in a mood to die
But life, it is good, no matter how far you sink

Sometimes sitting still is better than to drop
When you′re down in a hole
When your heart's weighed down like gold
There is a hand that can reach you there