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oh susanna - deathyard lyrics

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the deathyard’s calling me
rumbling ’round the track
make the rails my wire and my pillow iron black
and i listen ’til i hear
the breaking of the drum
my soul will rest in peace beneath a
crossroads tomb

the deathyard’s calling me
to the [?] whistlin’ dixie
met a preacher on the path to the harbor out to sea
he said, hear that shore bird [?] scream
may your days be few
now no silver dollar will buy
calm for you

the deathyard’s calling me
to that anchor that swings low
cuts through the ocean floor and digs a six foot hole
when you spеnd your drunken hours
starin’ [?] sober to remеmber
the distance between the ceiling and the floor
that’s when you find yourself
at the end of your rope
gently swinging time to a morning song slow

- oh susanna lyrics

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