Tom Russell - Overture lyrics

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Ooh berry me not on the long pray

Where the clay tall and the wind brose sweet

And an aero bray just sit by 3

Ooh berry me not on the long parry

I left my home, in temple More

Counting temporary in eighteen eighty’s

Sixteen, turn away from my first love

The Rosery last cray

Sail to America, cow boy for to be

Like some buss

I heard the songs and read the dying novels

Looking back now from 95 years at the old fragments

It all started with a hangin’

In the middle of the story

So they speak

Always torts redemption

Or oblivion or a cow boy song

Our love it’s the last trap to