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Steve Earle & The Dukes
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Red Is The Color
Lyricist:Steve Earle
North wind blowin' like a hurricane house Old man leanin' like he's pullin' a plow Neck bowed, bendin' like a willow bough
Red sky the color of the end of time Bleeds dry runnin' down my center line Wise guy pretends he doesn't see the signs
Bad news everybody talkin' about A short fuse a half an inch from burnin' out All used up beyond a reasonable doubt
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Make way for his majesty, the prodigal king Still taste the poison when you're kissin' the ring Don't say he never gave you anything
Deep breath the calm before the storm begins Cold sweat, swear you ain't listenin' Don't bet on gettin' by with that again
Short ride from here to where the beast resides Fine line that separates the shadows inside Make mine a double shot of cyanide
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