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America America S Golden Bootleg

Window frames a picture of winter time within my room Sometimes then I laugh at the funny times we had in school Blowing leaves, broken dreams Seventeen

Chewing on a piece of grass Walking down the road Tell me, how long you gonna stay here, Joe? Some people say this town don't look good in snow You

I ain't ready for the altar but I do agree there's times When a woman sure can be a friend of mine Well, I keep on thinkin' 'bout you, Sister Golden

on her own She's got a broken heart She's not the kind to take you down for long She knows and plays it smart (Ah--) And if she's comin' she's showed

We used to laugh, we used to cry We used to bow our heads then, wonder why And now you're gone, I guess I'll carry on And make the best of what you

Cause you know there's hope for you I was alone like the silence in the night I had no home no one close to hold me tight But you know there's hope