i see your rugged hands shine a silver knife,
twenty dollars in your hand that you hold so tight,
all the evidence of your vagrant life;
my brother, you were gone.
i see your rugged hands shine a silver knife,
twenty dollars in your hand that you hold so tight,
all the evidence of your vagrant life;
my brother, you were gone.
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