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Brickell Edie

1873 was a very bad year for me. When all I feared just disappeared so suddenly. They got their tickets for the train. Raised their weapons and took aim

Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son? Oh, where have you been, my darling young one? I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains I've walked

Baby, baby, black and blue, time sure took a toll on you What you, what you gonna do tomorrow? Oh oh, no no Oh the world has got you down, cry your heart

Handsome Carmelito and the one they call Vandito Rode fiery horses through the snow Snow covered hills, snow covered miles Miles and miles of traveling

Me, I'm a part of your circle of friends And we notice you don't come around Me, I think it all depends on you Touching ground with us but I quit, I

He left home when she was seventeen We came back to see her She was older cold and even mean Not like we remembered Out along the old road Where the

Thursday afternoon You cast a shadow 'round my room The breeze moved the curtains And lifted my perfume into the air And danced with lazy curls in your

Just before the lights went out We sat up and talked about All the things that we would be I just wanted him to be with me But he had a mind of his own

People pointing Finger-painting the world Leaving me the siloheutte of my life And I'm filling in the negative space with positively everything I do,