40 miles south of baker
i fell out of my car
i was driving so fast that i
i could not see the trees
i flew through the front windshield
i landed on my back
i lie there on the bloody concrete
i thought about the things i love
there were stars the size of planets
they were bigger than the clouds
oh i will shine in on my small world
i lay there and started singing
my hands gropped for my pockets
reaching for the wiskey flask
i heard the words of the great ones
god oh might im free at last
in a sheeted bed in greensburg
i slept a century
in my dreams i did a lot of singing
i sang about the things i love
i sang about
i sang about
i sang about the things i love
i sang about
i sang about
i sang about the things i
love...
40 miles south of baker
i fell out of my car
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