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Lyrics
It's four in the morning, battered and numb A loaded room, an empty gun I whistle a tune I heard years before The clock started ticking, where did the time go? I danced to the morning, she called out my name The wind was a howling and down came the rain Her arms, they caressed me, sweet was her brow She opened my eyes to banish the doubt Wash me down in all your joy But don't drag me through this again I've heard all your sad songs I can hear It's in with the whiskey and out with the gin I've heard all your sad songs I can hear It's another day older in these exiled years The dew on the ground blankets the face Cold was the night and gone her embrace For your land of the free now prisons me To rot in this jail of lost liberty Wash me down in all your joy Don't drag me through this again (If you know Los Angeles, join in) I've heard all your sad songs I can hear It's in with the whiskey and out with the gin I've heard all your sad songs I can hear It's another day older in these exiled years Walk away Watch me as I wave One foot here But sure the other's in the grave Walk away Walk away I've heard all your sad songs I can hear It's in with the Whiskey and out with the gin I've heard all your sad songs I can hear It's another day older in these exiled years There's shrank on the tramp of people You can tell he's our manager, can't you? He's the only one that covered the shit I'm joking for god's sake This is going out for Young Mr Schmidt, uncle Joe over here A banjo legend So do us a favor The great theater Get your dacing shoes on Mr Bob Schmidt on the banjo
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Song Info
Release Year
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Genres
Folk
Punk
Rock
Moods
Sad
Vocals
Male