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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeTerrible Thing
The parking lot is rammed with shotgun pickup trucksAt the Jones Rubber plant where all the guys end upBeer-drinking boy scouts living life like they ain't stuckOn these quicksand streets with their girls in a slingI'm in my bedroom on the verge of a terrible thingAround here, we all take up our crossAnd hang on His holy nameBut the cards that I was dealtWill get you thrown out of the gameHey, mama, can't you see your boyIs wrapped up in the strangle silkOf this cobweb town where culture is king?I'm in my bedroom on the verge of a terrible thingI close my eyes and think of the waterOut at the Salt Creek when I was youngDown at Old Mill Park, half the town's in towTo crown the bathing beauty of the rodeoWhile her mother fights back proud tearsA young cowboy gives the nodThe chute opens, bull draws bloodAnd the gift is accepted by GodThe chute opens, bull draws bloodAnd the gift is accepted by GodIn this barbed wire town of barbed wire dreamsI'm in my bedroom on the verge of a terrible thingI close my eyes and think of the waterOut at the Salt Creek when I was youngI close my eyes and think of the waterOut at the Salt Creek when I was young
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