He met her on the road With a heavy, heavy load She said Oh my lord, youre beautiful Now its hard to do the pushin When youre a needle, and shes a cushion You know, there aint gonna be too much mushin that way He said, shes just one more sheep In a whole big white heap All they are is cotton for him to sleep on Why do we have to die? Give me just more time Im gonna make it all right All he had left in him was his pain She was a sweet field of sugar cane He was a walking hurricane Use your imagination He scratches his nails in the dirt Still he couldnt undo all the hurt It clang like sweat, onto his shirt You know how it does You cant teach a new dog old tricks You can break but you cannot fix You cannot, cause it, it really sticks to you Why do we have to die? Give me just more time Im gonna make it all right Were gonna take it up one notch Little more time, a little more time Little more time, a little more time Little more time, a little more time A Little more time, a little more time All I need is time to get home to you X4 Time To get home to you X4
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