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Jim Lauderdale
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Crazy Peg And Darby Doyle
Long ago and far away* Holler up the break of day Don't get crazy, lay that pistol down All along the dawn highway Clouds like angels bend to pray Looks like this might be our kind of town
Crazy Peg and Darby Doyle Brought this cook pot to the boil Dumped in half a sack of coffee grounds Fire burning, cauldron bubbled We don't ever borrow trouble Arkansas or T for Texas bound
This just might be our kind of town Big enough to turn around Small enough to spit from side to side Well this might be our stomping ground Not too lost, not too found Not too high, too lonesome or too wide
I ain't going to give my heart away Save it for another day Once you give it up, well then it's gone Crazy is as crazy lives Thing about old Peggy is She's not half as odd as she lets on
Peg, you know you got away Saying what I meant to say Before I find out what it is myself Don't need to hear no echo ring So I won't way another thing Golden silence, glad to share the well Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
This just might be our kind of town Big enough to turn around Small enough to spit from side to side Well this might be our stomping ground Not too lost, not too found Not too high, too lonesome or too wide
Now Peggy scared me half to death Take a while to catch my breath Woke to find you gone but you came back With two fat catfish on a line This one yours, that one mine Fry them later, crawl back in the sack
Don't know what we're running from Thunder of some distant drum We been gone so long we plumb forgot We both wear a wedding ring Yours of tinfoil, mine of string If it ain't love at least we laugh a lot
This just might be our kind of town Big enough to turn around Small enough to spit from side to side Well this might be our stomping ground Not too lost, not too found Not too high, too lonesome or too wide
Long ago and far away Holler up the break of day
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