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T hrew my robe on in the mo rning
Watched the ring on the stove turn to re d
Stared hypnotized into a cup of cof fee
Pulled on my boots and made my bed
Screen door hangin' off its hi nges
Kept bangin' me awake all ni ght
As I look out the win dow
The only thing in si ght
Is dry lightn ing
On the horizon li ne
Just dry lig htning
And you o n my mi nd
I chased the heat of her blo od
Like it was the holy gra il
Descend beautiful spi rit
Into the evening pa le
Her appaloosa' s
Kickin' in the corral smelling ra in
There's a low thunder rol ling
'Cross the mesquite pl ain
But it's dry light ning
On the horizon li ne
Just dry lig htning
And you o n my mi nd
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I'd drive down to Alvarado st reet
Where she danced to make ends meet
I'd spend the night o ver my gin
As she'd talk t o her men
Well the piss yellow s un
Comes bringing up the d ay
She said ain't nobody gonna give nob ody
What they really need any way
You get so sick of the figh ting
You lose your fear of the en d
But you can't lose your me mory
And the sweet smell of your sk in
And it's dry lightn ing
On the horizon li ne
Just dry lig htning
And you o n my mi nd
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