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sentimental guy
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| i used to see him here on the weekends |
| canadian windsor in his hand |
| and we'd sit and drink and talk for hours |
| one night he bought the whole damn place a round |
| third generation dirt farmer |
| gambling was the word that came to mind |
| he knew another year of drought would kill him |
| but he always thought everything would work out fine |
| * and he never let her see him lonely |
| she never saw the bankers letter make him cry |
| it's got all the makings for another sentimantal guy |
| sometimes he'd say he found the answer |
| and he'd get real quiet and wisper in my ear |
| said he'd usually come up empty handed |
| but that's just the way the answers worked 'round here |
| i used to see him here on the weekends |
| canadian windsor in his hand |
| and we'd sit and drink and talk for hours |
| until one night he burned his whole place to the ground |
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