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Salute.
(A lone voice sings in Country, from the Deep Country)
She wears pain like a gold and diamond broach
Flashes her blues eyes
With a hard message that reads
Do not approach
For she's a Southern Fire Country girl
A Southen Fire Country girl who's always in control
A Southen Country girl with a beautiful soul
A fire country girl now living it up in Sheol
Wearing her pain like a cheap gold and diamond broach
Flashing her blues eyes
With a soft message that reads
Wanna take me home
For she's a Southern Fire country girl
A Southern Fire Country girl who's always in control
A Southern girl with a beautiful soul
A Southen Fire Country girl now on parole
Living it up in here forever
In good old Sheol
Copyright John Duffy
A rather strange set of lyrics but they were so persistent.
I've been so compelled to revisit and restructure a couple of lines.
And some say it's a blessing to have such a gift.
Would you like to hear voices whisper constantly, to your inner mind, in the low hours?
Send me your thoughts and I'm sure I'll pick them up. Salute.
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