Текст песни Turpentine - Amy Ray , H.C. McEntire
Every
ending
that
you
ever
rushed
Stings
like
cinder,
slow
as
rust
Shotgun
slug
found
in
the
middle
of
A
field
of
red
bags,
ripe
with
Vidalias
Time
ain't
always
kind
To
the
shakin'
child
or
the
slippin'
mind
Every
heart
that
you
ever
loved
Ragged
wrung
and
divvied
up
Fallow
tracts
to
a
scythe,
a
dove
A
cellar
stocked
with
bushels
of
Time
ain't
always
kind
To
the
shakin'
child
or
the
slippin'
mind
Hallelujah,
turpentine
We
can
tend
the
land
for
a
little
while
Bones
of
those
beneath
the
boundary
line
East
in
sets
first,
and
then
clockwise,
clockwise
Every
acre
that
you
ever
owned
Hissed
and
split
like
radiator
hose
I
seen
your
kinfolk
walkin'
the
meadow
Burrs
and
burns,
but
not
alone
Time
ain't
always
kind
To
the
shakin'
child
or
the
slippin'
mind
Hallelujah,
turpentine
We
can
tend
the
land
for
a
little
while
Bones
of
those
beneath
the
boundary
lines
East
in
sets
first,
and
then
clockwise,
clockwise
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