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Well I can't sleep with all these hand-me-downsBattered up chests and faded dreamsEvery new life seems to spin awayLike sand escaping through the seamsSend me a letter from OmahaSaid a needle or thread could mend the tearsBut tonight the cotton fields, theySmell like calicoAnd the color of your hairStars stand against the lonely blueLike pin-pricks made by midnight handsThey tried to sew you a pure white dressGot tied up in the misdeeds and demandsCotton burned all brown and wastedLike an innocence fell to disrepairBut tonight the ashes, theySmell like calicoAnd the color of your hairIf I could have my one and only wishI'd sew your hair all to the lining of my shirtI'd stand in the noon day clean and goldenNot the color of the dry land dirtSongtexteSend me a letter from OmahaSaid a needle or thread could mend the tearsBut tonight the sugarcane, itSmells like calicoAnd the color of your hair Aus Songtexte Mania