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Daddy used to catch his supper in this river
Now you canât swim it
Smells like a 20 ton truck full of paint thinner sank down in it
Come visit a spell, see the plaque to our war fallen
Nothing but a good time
Some guy in Bombay is running that press I used to hate
Now I sling hash for water spills off the interstate
We sold the family store, left the building standing
You can see the outline were I fell, I look like hell
From a jet airplane or the top of some big hotel
Iâd of chose a place more fine but the choice was never mine
And so I dwell where I fell
Skinny hip jean with the long, black lashes and a kid of ten
Comes by for some TV and leg it down with me every now and again
Sheâs a good old girl, I shouldâve let her walk in
But timing never were right
And itâs the same sad crew at Delilah shouting over the redneck band
Game score, tea party, world war, I donât give a good goddamn
Thatâs me crossing the courthouse lone about midnight
Tripping at the curb sign where I fell, I look like hell
From a jet airplane or the top of some big hotel
Iâd of chose a place more fine but the choice was never mine
And so I dwell where I fell
I just dwell where I fell
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