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She was a diamond

The American farmer

We sure weren't gonna say a thing When gypsy rose pulled out her diamond ring A bright summer day in a dark dusty bar Looking through are shot glasses we swore she was a star

If it ain't the blues Their not talking to you So wrap your drugs In red whit and blue

The trickle down never got to me Light or dark I couldn't see I became a man I couldn't believe Then I got lucky and showed me how to be free

She stole from me I took from her We're headed back downtown Cause there ain't no cure

Highway of tears

Gone to shit

Painting to keep

Don't take me home

Drug dealer

Mental health

Another man lost

Hard time hero's

Her song

Free of him

Wired differently

Are fearless leaders

Her light