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Thirtyseven Twentyone

It’s three A.M. and the kegs are dry
200 miles from home
A room full of batting blue eyes
All akin to that ole travellin’ bone

Tobacco stains my fingers
As the whiskey trickles down
Enticed by your alluring sways
Left writhing shaky ground

Play me, again
With fingers most fair
Witness our descent
Adumbrated smokey air

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