Pure Clob Road
16 Horsepower
are you weary my friends of my comin' 'round draggin' my chains 'cross your floor you once had a stained glass look in your eye well, not any more the train moves fast as i walk this track carryin' sin in my sack same in the front as it is in the rear he's taken our stripes on his back on down to here i cannot walk if you did not walk i cannot breathe if you did not breathe sin in my marrow well this road is so narrow no i cannot walk this road is pure clob on down to here i figured that i would fall ye well i left it all sin in my marrow ye well this road is so narrow i cannot walk my lord this road is pure clobamericana burlesque rabat-casa southern gothic
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