14 miles away from a landfill grave Never pawned my watch and chain To the landlord living inside my head Never paid my rent till the lights went dead Then I saw my sign comin up the road A dead ditch waiting for to bury my load On the avenues in the plain of day I threw a roosevelt dime in a bucket of rain Now hold your hand onto the plow Work your body till the sun goes down What's left of death is more than fear Let dust be dust and the good lord near It's a little too much to ask of faith It's a little late to wait for fate So tell the angels what you seen Scarecrow shadow on a Nazarene Kindness will find you When darkness has fallen Round your bed Kindness will follow Children will wander Till The end
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