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Owen Beverly
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Absalom
Sometimes when the earth makes a pillow Beneath the glow of a harvest moon I've heard of a voice in the willows Whistling an old familiar tune
And on its way through Arkansas And down from Tennessee A voice blown on the winter wind Whispered words to me:
'And on me, on me Rides hard times and trouble'
Now it takes a man of superstition To find cause for suspicion in a weather vane But I've seen men speak with fire and conviction Silence at the sound of this refrain:
'And I was there when David's son Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Was cut down from a tree And on the lips of Absalom A breath has set me free
'And on me, on me Rides hard times and trouble'
Caught by the hair Laid down in the open air Born from the mouth of Absalom
'And on me, on me Rides hard times and trouble
'And on me, on me Rides hard times and trouble'
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