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BLACK & BLUE & RUST© 2007 Julie Ferris / Bob Clay
JUST A DOT ON THE MAP WHERE A FACTORY DIED SOME FOLKS MOVED AWAY AND SOME SURVIVED IT’S GOT THE CHARM AND SPIRIT OF A BURIAL GROUND WHY DOES ANYONE STAY IN
THIS
CHORUS THERE’S
NOTHING HERE BUT POOR PEOPLE AND DUST BEATEN DOWN BY LUCK CORRODED AND STUCK WE’RE LIVING IN BLACK AND BLUE AND RUST VERSE 2 I’M A SELF TAUGHT MECHANIC TURN WRENCHES AND GEARS FIXING BROKE CARS AND HATING HERE THE INTERSTATE TEMPTS ME LIKE A CHEAP WOMANS KISS IT’S A BITTER TASTE OF A SWEET RIDE MISSED
VERSE 3
ON A FRIDAY NIGHT HERE IN THE PROMISED LAND
WE DRINK A FEW BEERS SHOOT UP THE CANS
ARGUE ‘BOUT PLACES NONE OF US WILL GO
OUR ROOTS ARE BURIED TOO DEEP IN THIS BIG OL’ HOLE BRIDGE THE ONLY THING I THINK ABOUT IS LEAVING
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