Oh my brother
I miss your face
I'll see it soon but in
a differnet place
so you go your way and I'll go mine
Hope to see you standing in line
Oh my brethren
I hear your voices
Keep your eyes single
through the choice and
we'll go our way and you go yours
make your way back through the doors
Ohh makers
its hollow as hell
and heavy is heavy
the pains been felt
but im not one to shake hands with doubt
I'll kiss the soil of the south
Ohhh maker
my voice is hoarse
from calling out
from calling yours
I know you feel a unique love
when you're humbled down with the dust
Oh my father
I burned my crops
set upon
alfalfa tops and
let my sins
dance with the wind
Oh my father
I burned my fields
I cant quite tell you
how it feels but
I let my mistakes
burn wiht the GRAPES, grave. Grain!?: o
Cool guitar Riff
Oh sister
love lies in trust
so bury this with the moonlight
dont ressurect it with the morning sun
and dont give up your true desire
walk on through the refiner's fire
Oh man
in the mirror
take what you need but
don't tarry here
and though I haven't seen your face
I'll? my love to burn your name
Oh my father!
I burned my crops
Set upon
alfalfa tops and
watched my sins
dance with the wind
Oh my father
I burned my fields
I can't quite tell you
how it feels but
I let my mistakes
Burn with the grain
HARMONICA SOLO

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