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I made her smile, I made her cry Cleared her head and made her wonder why I helped her live then made her want to die But she can't complain, she can'

Buffalo and bison Bison and buffalo Cannonball and rifle Rifle and cannonball That's the way the thunder rumbles That's the way the thunder rumbles Rumbles

Nice pistol mine is chrome Where'd I get this wrist full of shiny stones By writin these live hooks rhymes and poems Swollen is back to reclaim the throne

Me, oh my, you thought you had something strong Me, oh my, it turned out that you were wrong Me, oh my, your luck seems to be no more Frightened to get

Tried to walk together But the night was growing dark Thought you were beside me But I reached and you were gone Sometimes I hear you calling From some

Just before our love got lost, you said "I am as constant as a northern star" And said, "Constantly in the darkness Where's that at? If you want me I'

IT TAKES A LOT TO LAUGH, IT TAKES A TRAIN TO CRY WRITER BOB DYLAN Well, I ride on a mail train, baby, Can't buy a thrill. Well, I've been up all night

I wanna jump but I'm afraid I'll fall I wanna holler but the joint's too small Young man rhythm's got a hold on me too I got the rockin' pneumonia and

A little out of place, a little out of tune Sorta lost in space, racin' the moon Climbin' the walls of this hurricane Still overall I can?t complain