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Dave Graney - Warren Oates lyrics
He's got a face like 200 miles of country road, Don't go in there, you'll get lost. Every cigarette, every drink, every doomed affair. Sittin' across from you at the 'Chat-n-Chew', a bloodstained airways bag at his feet. Flies drunk in the heat, walking Spencer Street, sideburns, curly hair. Hands in his pocket, single rooms, Fifteen bucks a night. Yeah. Walkin' alone, drinkin' alone, drivin' slow, parked outside your home. Sleepin' just like everybody else. Yeah, he was really out there, away inside, among the tall trees, The white water breakin' at the edge of his lips nobody could reach him. He could get to us anytime. A banged-up Holden covered in red dust, on the side of the city. A cracked voice saying "beer" Who's gonna believe him? Who's he gonna believe? Who's gonna stand up for him? Yeah. Walkin' alone, drinkin' alone, Ridin' slow, parked outside your home. Sleeping just like everybody else. There with no grace of god you go, through the United States of Warren Oates. |
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