Gazing on a frozen winter pond Kids in the backseat of a car parked on a lawn My mouth was tame But my dreams were wild I saw the devil as a child He lived in a house down on Lincoln Lane He sat at the attic window Knocking on a pane The ghost of Indian slaves and more Parading by his door My mama and father met in an old corral Got married in a hurry But it never did work out A stone on inset before a storm Aint always standing in the morning Wound up In a Michigan fishing town I worked at the hospital keeping the grounds I fell in love with a girl With Nordic eyes Tried to make her realize When the world is all afire The swallow flies I met her at the diner in the night to say goodbye I like my coffee black and strong I told my love to run along
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