Bury this here gun and play my widow In the last of the falling sun
Won't you nurse these wounds of mine Baby your eyes are like a pale blue Chrysler
Show me mercy, Molly girl Lift your pitcher to my mouth Close your eyelids in the smoky silence With your black hair falling down
With Jesus laughing, now you see what happens
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