that always takes you in
And the mind goes numb, till it's feeling no pain
and the soul cries out, for a handful of rain
Ooooohhh oohohhh
(heavy distortion)
woooooooowoooo
Wash your women in past
And your starting up a glass
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And you need some insulation lost
And you feel the cost
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And the night rolls on like a slow moving
train yeah hea
And the soul cries out
There's a land beyond dead
If it's true that led
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In the distance there's warm
And the patrons watch storm
p.m======================
And the night rolls on like a slow moving
train yeah hea
And the soul cries out
there's an old man in the corner and he's smoking all the time
And the smoke is driftin' upward and it's twisted in my, twisted in my
My Mind
Whiskey's getting deeper and I use it like a moat
There's a blues man in the distance and he's lost inside his, lost inside his
Note His note His Note
The night is growing dark
From somewhere deep within'
It shelters like an ark
that always takes you in
And the night rolls on , like a slow moving train
and the soul cries out, for a handful of rain
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