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Mumford Sons Dust Bowl Dance

The young man stands on the edge of his porch The days were short and the father was gone There was no one in the town and no one in the field This dusty

The young man stands on the edge of his porch The days were short and the father was gone There was no one in the town and no one in the field This dusty

: The young man stands on the edge of his porch The days were short and the father was gone There was no one in the town and no one in the field This

The young man stands on the edge of his porch The days were short and the father was gone There was no one in the town and no one in the field This dusty