Weeds blow tall on a broken train track
Ruth B. draws we´re fixin´ to get high
Maybe we´ll hit the bluffs and find ourselves the same old rum
But everybody says this place is beautiful
And you´d be so crazy to say goodbye
But everything´s the same this town is pitiful
And I´ll be gettin´ out as soon as I can fly
Life goes by on a Talihina sky
The hopped up boys are lookin´ for their trouble
The knocked up girls, well they´ve all got their share
Ruth seems out of her mind, swears she won´t give in this time
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