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Well I suppose, I suppose
As the dark of the evening grows
And a circle of light
Passes by
There ain't no more tomorrows
To set right my yesterdays
In the morning I'll be gone, I suppose

I cannot recall
Too much about that evening
From hours drinking Crow in her favorite chair
I walked the moonlight down
To the old abandoned fairgrounds
I lost her now but I know I met her there
I laid out on the midway line
Just staring at the treetops
And the carvings in the old concession stand
Back down the pathway in the darkness and confusion
That's where I was found by Sheriff's men

CHORUS

She said she'd done this mountain town
For far too long, it's over
She left me low in all my misery
Saw her hitch a ride out
With a man from Massachusetts
They say they found her body in the creek

Well I can't prove a thing now
And these men they aim to hang me
'Cause my darker side is the only one they seen
But I laid down beside her
And I woke in absolution
Long before these walls imprisoned me

CHORUS

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from The Ghost of Paul Weaver, released January 29, 2016

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"Drift Mouth hits the sweet spot between the guitar crunch of Crazy Horse and Drive-By Truckers and the lyrical storytelling of the best hard country of Appalachia." - Mike Elliott, Americana UK

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