.I was raised on a dirt road ghost town.
Stray dogs, whole nine the gold mine closed down.
I knew the woods like the back of my hand,
And I would shoot the breeze with the roots of trees.
Or go down by the river, watch the way the devil danced,
But never took his hand even t.
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