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I kAmnow whDat it means to get knocked down drunk,
I wAmas lying inD a bush by the coal,
where tAmhe river runs deep
&G the demons don't sleep
& the waDter's obscured by the smoke.
WAmell I dDrug myself to the river's edge
& AmI drank Dlike a dog on the sand.
It bAmurned my tongue,
my Gwhole head gets spun
& I sDtood on the stone
& I sDpoke to the wind and the rain.
AmD
AmD
SAmaid I kDnow what it means to get left for dead,
wheAmn the saintDs rise up at the sound.
WheAmn the spirits don't move in
tGheir chains and the shoes
anDd the crack of the guns all around.
I kAmnow hDow it is to get all dressed up,
wAmhere noboDdy would know where to go.
WAmith a fifth in your vest,
andG some pills on your tongue
and a Dgun looking out across
the Valley of the Shadow below, oh.
AmD
AmD
WAmell I preached to the bums
aDnd I preached to the birds
tAmil the Dcrowd had started to form.
My disAmciples that came,
througGh the wind and the rain
aDnd the rags in their jackets all torn.
WAmell I pDrophesized of the things to come
aAmnd I jDumped like a bug on a wall,
til my hAmead it was through
with the rGiver's strange brew
and I sDunk to my knees, in the breeze,
andAm I started to pray,
I saiDd hey!
You kAmnow I ain'Dt got a dang thing to say,
wAmith aG head full of booze and nothing to loose
fDor a creature was made out of clay, hey!
AmD
AmD
SAmaid I kDnow what it means to get left for dead,
wheAmn the saintDs rise up at the sound.
WheAmn the spirits don't move in
tGheir chains and the shoes
anDd the crack of the guns all around.
I kAmnow hDow it is to get all dressed up,
wAmhere noboDdy would know where to go.
WAmith a fifth in your vest,
andG some pills on your tongue
and a Dgun looking out across
the Valley of the Shadow below, oh.
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