In a short life of writing and rhyme
he lived to create barely making a dime
Writing of life and love and requiem
living off cigerettes, whiskey, and opium
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She dropped him off on the side of the road, about mid morn
watching her drive away was like watching her drive off a cliff.
He knew it would be the last time he ever saw her.
Standing there alone on the side of the road,
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Riding along the trail way up high in the hills
just me and my johnny walker and a little bottle of pills
dark clouds movin in from way off to the south
I took another swig and popped another pill in my mouth
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On a warm summer night in june
through the air I heard a tearful tune
the sweet sound of a guitar crying
shedding tears for the dead and the dying
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Gettin close to midnight
on a dark deserted highway
headin down south
finaly gonna try it my way
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Where on earth did everybody go?
They blew themselves up just like I told you so.
With their drugs and their wars
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Wolfgang Dean lives in a world of wonder
created by his ancestor's thunder
He's far from knowing just what went wrong
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Playing his flute
carved by hand
Kodiak wanders
wanders this land
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Late night starry eye'd
Stars in the sky
Tailgates, AC/DC
Whiskey and rye
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Sad music all around
song remains the same
guitar, base and drums
junkies rise to fame
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