to go my bail. They slapped my dried up carcass in the county jail. Got up next morning about a half past nine. I spied a sheriff comin' down the line. Coughed and coughed as he cleared his throat
friend for to go my bail. They slapped my dried up carcass in that county jail Early next mornin' bout a half past nine. I spied the sheriff coming down the line. Ah, and he coughed as he cleared his
, I'll never let it die Carry the spark as we're marching into the darkness. I don't care if they're marking where they bury my carcass. I'm working in this circus and searching for purpose. Learning