Lyrics The Post - Cowboy Junkies
Eyed
it,
dried
it,
untied
it
Chilled
it,
spilled
it,
refilled
it
Taste
it,
traced
it,
erased
it
He′s
my
post
to
lean
on
And
I
just
cut
him
down
So
I'm
out
to
land
on
somethin′
Hopefully
a
boy
will
come
to
me
at
the
ground
Eyed
it,
dried
it,
untied
it
Chilled
it,
spilled
it,
refilled
it
Taste
it,
trace
it,
erased
it
He's
my
post
to
lean
on
And
I
just
cut
him
down
So
I'm
out
to
land
on
somethin′
Hopefully
a
boy
will
come
to
me
at
the
ground
He′s
my
post
to
lean
on
And
I
just
cut
him
down
So
I'm
out
to
land
on
somethin′
Hopefully
a
boy
will
come
to
me
at
the
ground
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