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Carbon Leaf
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Cinnamindy
Lyricist:Terrell Harlan Clark, Carter Randolph Gravatt, Barry Thomas Privett
She longs for peace, it's her revenge She's a stark white pale horse rider and hell's just around the bend She's kids to raise, she got bills to feed And her pride is a higher horse than some bum of a man upon a steed
The handle's rough, she works it smooth hardened by the pace The hands get tough and it transfers through Before the lines can reach her face
She flies like a kite held at the other end Tuggin' down on a cinnamon thread, she's shreddin' in the wind But she reads the Bible, she believes the light She thumbs through the pages 'til the Good Book smolders and ignites
She cries late at night No one to hold her tight like she should be cinnamindy
Hoarse and sore, her scratchy voice soars Through her song like a rusty cello Now I lay me down to sleep, lights out, it's time to dream Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com And days you'll find she make everybody smile with a last good laugh The days are long but she blows it all off with a wink and a little sass
She flies like a kite held at the other end Tuggin' down on her cinnamon thread, she's dragged in the wind But she reads the Bible, she believes the light She thumbs through the pages 'til the Good Book smolders and ignites
She cries late at night No one to hold her tight like she should be cinnamindy
But she reads the Bible, she believes the light She thumbs through the pages 'til the Good Book smolders and ignites She cries late at night, mama just down the hall She cries late at night, mama curled up like a wrecking ball
She cries late at night There's no one to hold her tight like she should be But by the morning light the cinnamon's on her cheeks But by the morning light she's back to being cinnamindy
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