Вступление
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I stood up tall in the flowers
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All with bright yellow blooms at the tip
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Like they've been set on fire
And put out but left alone
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All the embers stay lit
Dm F
And i passed by a hillside in Texas
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Where the cacti all raised up their arm
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Like they've been caught in prayer to some
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evangelist preacher
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Or absentee gods
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So I drift to sleep
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Eating wildflower honey
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In the evening heat
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With the windows down around me
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Laying low on the side of the road
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I played a dive in St Louis
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My guitar started sounding like shit
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Got it fixed up in Nashville
The lady said
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"Kid you can't bang on your fret-board like this"
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And I found some boys out Of Philly
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That Were willing to play in my band
Dm C F
For drinks at the bar and the promise of
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places that they've never been
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So we drift to sleep
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Eating wildflower honey
C F
In the evening heat
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Watch the fireflies arriving
Am G F
Laying low on the side of the road
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Mr.Smith