You took a long time
In the great divide
Deciding what’s yours and what’s mine
We twixt it with twine
Wrapped in piles and lines
Were our banjos, and boots, and shoeshine
I know all these rows
Left a toll on our souls
But they’re bricks on our toes
When a pleasant wind blows
My mouth made goodbye
But your terrible eyes said
Our lives look much better combined
I know all these rows
Took a toll on our souls
And you know that I don’t want
To see your cheeks go
But you’ve gotten my heart
Mixed up, twisted in knots
So I’m taking my lot
Just so see what I’ve got
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