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Iron Wine Foot Of The Manger

of the time and low country boys And their bottles without her, though she?s on their minds Hands in black mud, at the foot of the manger She?ll always

of the time and low country boys And their bottles without her, though she?s on their minds Hands in black mud, at the foot of the manger She?ll

her of the time and low country boys And their bottles without her, though she?s on their minds Hands in black mud, at the foot of the manger She?ll

of the time and low country boys And their bottles without her, though she?s on their minds Hands in black mud, at the foot of the manger She?ll always