Dobro Moan, dobro moan
Resenation in my bones
Got no place to call my own
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As a child my mama told me
the apple never falls far from the tree
learning the truth as I have grown
hear the dobro moan
I hear the train coming down the tracks
Abraham\'s copper, pennies flat
Kill the cans with the colt
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Whiskey burning down my throat
Crystal crank and methadone
Relations to vibrations tone
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Church in the woods I found my place
Speaking in tongues and holding snakes
So Papa don\'t worry about my soul
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I see my reflection and I must say
I look more like you everyday
Who knew a face could be so cold
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