I stop to lean
At the entrance to the highway
On the leg of an underpass
And it was there that George caught up with me
We drank his pint to freedom
Down the dream
I invest my soul in company
I bet the big exchange
First of all for love of thee and
Second all deranged
There ought to be somethin' to fall back on
Like a knife
Or a career
Oh heavy is the heart
That bears a started life
In the dying time of year
In the dying time of year
I left my pots and plans on the landlord's stove
Was drove down through the Texas heat
Threw my love out in the street
George is colored and I'm white
and George could go for me
George was wonderin' if I might
Go for him
Go to Louisianna
Rockin' a banjo on my knee
After a man that said he'd go for me
George, I'm all gone down the dream
George, I'm all gone down the dream
George, I'm all gone down the dream

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