Old Man Luedecke
Little Stream of Whiskey
I followed a little stream of whiskey to your doorI stand here wondering if there's moreWould you make me a pallet on your floorBeen down, been down for nothing at allGot no kind of nothing at all, and nothing ain't nothing at allSaw a picture of white sand, with a woman and a manWalking hand in hand into the seaI didn't want to be that man, wanted to be that white sandThe burning edge of Eden land, be pure geographyWith uncountable pieces of me
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