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Black Lead Balloons
If Jesus was a lion I was born to be spun into wool
A chew toy for congressmen a clown in the court of a fool
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I guess I’ll hang up my guitar, in the closet like they wanted when grandma died
She never got that rhinestone casket and she had asked if we would just try
Nanny goats run, babies laugh, when they crawl we all cheer
That model T jumped like a frog from when I put it in gear
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Late night TV I was up praying in a bottle of pills
A dark lane in a trailer park, moonshine and gunfights and chills
An old man on oxygen points with his smoke down the hall
It's the last door on the left if you’re still looking to fall
A leaky car at the church a first kiss with the witch in the rain
Camo pants and ambien, taking the lord's name in vain
Those steep mountain backroads wed coast down to save up on gas
The pick ax and pool balls and parking lot windshield glass
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Grandpa’d get mad every time we would laugh so I’d cry
We’d sleep with the dogs if there's any fun at all so we’d lie
Then he’d drop an n bomb or a sigh that would clear out the room
Seems a soldiers prize is a life with a lead black balloon
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