.Dust Bowl. High-noon.Â
Hot Sun, down the back bone.
Whiskey, yeah you pull it.
I can't believe your right hand shook you in it.
Ten steps plotted underneath my boots.
Takin' my time just waitin' on your-
Fools-gold. Yeah, she's a banshee.Â
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