I threw out
The roses
At the last great
Last great American medicine show
The day broke
It was 103
And the sky escaped
In a dull and faded color gold
I stuffed an old mail bag
And hung it from a tree
Spit on my palms
And I beat it ‘til my knuckles started to bleed
What did you come here for?
It's too late for me now
I got no answers for you boy
Go out and find your own damn battle to wage
Angeline where'd you go?
I hummed a melody
That you sang to me
Way back when
In the missionary fields of Mexico
Laid my head down
On a cold wet bed
And the sky came down
Don't worry baby, I'm too mean to die
I screamed, Angeline where'd you go?

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