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john phillips - gram's song lyrics

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born in the mississippi delta
cradled in spanish moss
a boy who could sing like an angel
too bad his stars got double crossed

he had that sweet country sound
but they never made the record like they said
c+ckney gangsters with electric guitars
pretending to be dying saints

and he sang for them out under the stars
and they wrung him out ’til he fainted

he had that sweet country sound
but they stole every note in his head
they treated him like he had died
and that was long before he was dead

limp and wounded crawling through the desert
now addicted to the needle and the flame
waiting there for some d+mn sp+ceship
that they promised would come and take him home again

then one morning in the painted desert
under a cactus cold and still
the sheriff found his poor body
another golden boy goin’ o’er the hill
he had that sweet country sound
but they stole every note in his head
they treated him like he had died
that was long, long before he was dead

they treated him like he had died
and that was long before he was dead

- john phillips lyrics

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