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Hotel Of The Laughing Tree Old Dominion

You may be sharper than the sword your brother drew. While working late in Toledo, 1972. And drunk enough to slip inside his crowd, but you don't miss

but they don't know a thing about the words across your chest. Who did you see between the reeds? No, we couldn't stay, so shameless and sane. Can the fruit on the tree

I put his town to my torch, and watched him beg mercy, on my knees. Take that pesticide out of the air when we're feeling low. Play that same old song

Cry your eyes out for someone true. Sing an old song, and something new. Start without us, we'll be there soon. Just don't forget me, like I know you