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Sunday morning, my Rebecca sleeping in with me again
There′s a kid outside the church kicking a can
When the cedar branches twist she turns her collar to the wind
The weather can close the world within its hand

And my mother says Rebecca is as stubborn as they come
They both call to me with words I never knew
There′s a bug inside the thimble, there′s a band-aid on her thumb
And a pony in the river turning blue

They say, "Time may give you more than your poor bones could ever take"
My Rebecca says she never wants a boy
To be barefoot on the driveway as they wave and ride away
Then to run inside and curse the open door

I once gave to my Rebecca a belated promise ring
And she sold it to the waitress on a train
I may find her by the phone but with a fashion magazine
She may kiss me when her girlfriends leave again

They say, "Time may give you more than your poor bones could ever take"
I think I could never love another girl
To be free atop a tree stump and to look the other way
While she shines my mother′s imitation pearls

Sunday evening my Rebecca′s lost a book she never read
And the moon already fell into the sea
Saw the statues of our fathers in the courthouse flower bed
Now they blend with all the lightning-tattered trees

They say, "Time may give you more than your poor bones could ever take"
My Rebecca said she knew I′d want a boy
A dollar for my boardwalk red balloon, to float away
She would earn a pocketful to buy me more

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The kettle burned ′cause I left it too long
And we were kissing with the radio on
The cat was choking on a rattlesnake bone
The town had gathered ′round the soldier boy carried home, carried home

The sick kids ate a bowl of red clay
And every summer day was ending in rain
The late judge teetered in a jon boat
The town had gathered ′round the soldier boy carried home, carried home

The broken window and the pretty blue sky
And cold water for my swollen black eye
We shook some money from your mother′s old clothes
When all had gathered ′round the soldier boy carried home, carried home

Carried home, carried home (repeatedly)

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Talk of yesterday
And she will show her brothers
Photographed in callous clothes
Say tommorow
And she′ll say, "Come find me on a beach
And there will be no moon."
But say today
And she will kiss your face
And maybe forget

Talk of yesterday
Like bargain shoe strings
She will kick the car and find her friends
Say tommorow
And then she′ll describe
Some old communion cups and someone′s coat
But say today
And she may look your way
And lead you home

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To my dearest forsaken
Who the earth now has taken
Empty, the bottle drains no more

It is true that I loved you
Despite the harm that I own you
Wash out the river has you boy

Here on the eve of too long
Where you′ll think i′ve done wrong
Waking in fear of you no more

I′ll put my trust in the savior
Fielding forces of nature
Strength of the stump I tied you boy

To my dearest forsaken
Dearest vow I have broken
Afraid of your angry hands no more

I′ll put my trust in the savior
River may help me later
Sleeping my lost love for you boy

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I was a quick wet boy, diving too deep for coins
All of your street light eyes wide on my plastic toys
Then when the cops closed the fair, I cut my long baby hair
Stole me a dog-eared map and called for you everywhere
Have I found you
Flightless bird, jealous, weeping or lost you, american
mouth
Big pill looming
Now I′m a fat house cat
Nursing my sore blunt tongue
Watching the warm poison rats curl through the wide fence
cracks
Pissing on magazine photos
Those fishing lures thrown in the cold
And clean blood of Christ mountain stream
Have I found you
Flightless bird, grounded, bleeding or lost you, american
mouth
Big pill stuck going down


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Dreamless sleep will fall like a deep, poisoned well
On the steeple birds and this red-light hotel

So lay your pistol down, Granny
The company men never came to you
But don’t unknit your brow, Granny
The mice in the yard ate the potted plants you grew

Pour your bitter tea for our sweet, liquored host
Perfect polished stones but this breeze beats you both

So lay your pistol down, Granny
The duty of men never fell to you
When you unknit your brow, Granny
Your friends, they are jewels, twice as beautiful and few

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God made the automobile to pass all the pretty girls
The smoke by the side of the road, the blues lovin′ boys in tow
To drive to the end of the day and bow to a borrowed flag
To ride all the brave and the blind, and men without men in mind

To pass all the things He made and then never bothered to name
And no one will tell the truth, and no one will hide it from you
Like birds around the grave

God made the automobile and I made a little boy
To pass on the blissfully young, the snake with a forked tongue
To praise on the wanting for time, and makes in the sleepless waves
The fear of the Black and the Jew, and blood for the camera crew

And passes the things He made and then never bothered to name
And no one can tell the truth, and no one can hide it from you
Like birds around the grave

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He kissed her once as she leaned on the windowsill
She′ll never love him but knows that her father will
Her fallen fruit is all rotten in the middle
But her breast never dries when he′s hungry

The money came and she died in her rocking chair
The window wide and the rain in her braided hair
A letter locked in the pattern of her knuckle
Like a hymn to the house she was making

Blind and whistling just around the corner
And there′s a wind that is whispering something
Strong as hell but not hickory rooted

She kissed him once cause he gave her a cigarette
And turned around but he waits like a turned down bed
And summer left like her walking with another
And a sound of a church bell ringing

The money came and he died like a butterfly
A buried star in the haze of the city lights
A gun went off and a mother dropped her baby
On the blue feathered wing - we were lucky

Blind and whistling just around the corner
And there′s a wind that is whispering something
Strong as hell but not hickory rooted

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Homeward, the new road meanders
Washed out, the old road asks, ′What did I bring?′
Flowers, a verse about springtime
Perchance, in the tree line, she′s waiting for me

Homeward, these shoes worn to paper
Thin as the reason I left here so young
Homeward, and what if I see her
There in the doorway I walked away from?

White house asleep on the hillside
Firm as a habit I struggle to shed
Homeward with heaven above me
Old road behind me, door up a head

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