.Newspaper blowing on the living room floor,
Wind is howlin' through the torn screen door.
The dust in my boots must weigh a pound,
And I feel like a tumbleweed.
The well's dried up and the work has too.
Nothin' much left here for me to do.
Time to transplant to fertile ground.
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