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The Lonesome Sound Lyrics

Wait while the buzzards pick at your bones
The sound of the engine tears at the road
Fog moving in, rolling me home

Breaking your back while you toil in the dirt
Black as tobacco losing it’s worth
Leaves hanging green waiting to dry

Hold your head up high
Let in the lonesome
Let out the lie

A day draped in gold
Till the thunder it rolls
A stone in your sole
Builds a road you should know
I gave what I wanted to hold you close
A day draped in gold
A stone builds the road

Hold your head up high
Let in the lonesome
Let out the lie
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