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Nashville trucker and the clowns of the summer
Dust on the soles of their feet
The roar of the crowd in the sleepiest town
That the circus has ever seen
My baby she feels like the morning
And sheâs hooked me like heartache like tarn
And she never grows tired of the water
She never grows tired of the wine
Sheâs tough like turpentine
Mad carnie suns mixed with long barrel guns
Hide their coat tails in the hay
Cheap metal markets, top bottles and rockets
And ponies painted grey
My baby is soft like molasses
Like cigarettes corners and thieves
When sheâs hungry she looks for the garden
When sheâs scared she looks for me
Sheâs hard like kerosene
My baby sheâs calm like the lightening
And her fingers are soft to the touch
Just a matchbox quilt and a camera
My baby donât ask for much, no my baby donât ask for much
My baby she shakes when it thunders
And she hides it but not very well
She knows all my carious secrets
My baby will never tell, my baby will never tell
And she dances like fresh Spanish roses
And she loves me like candy, like rain
My baby she donât have to tell me
My baby donât need to explain, my baby donât need to explain
She calls me at midnight on Sundays
When the lights run the big top goes down
Iâve been known to shoot out the sunrise
When my baby ainât around, when my baby aint around
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