Justin Townes Earle – The Saint Of Lost Causes (Guitar)

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I'm a bad dream   I’m not a nightmare

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I'm too pretty for that

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Let's just say I'm the last thing you wanna see coming

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I'm the reason they say watch your back

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But for so long, I was like a wounded hound

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Backed into a chain-link fence

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 The world at large was just a big, mean kid

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Poking me through the fence with a stick

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Ain't nobody goin' back

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 It takes a whole lotta hurt

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 To realize one of life's biggest lessons

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Ain't got nothing to do with deserving

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Just pray to the Saint of Lost Causes

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Now it's a cruel world

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But it ain't hard to understand

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 You got your sheep, got your shepherds

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Got your wolves amongst men

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  It can be hard to tell

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You might find a wolf in shepherd's clothes

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  And now and then you're gonna find sheep

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In amongst all those troubled souls

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  You know the folks that's most afraid of the wolf

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 If you really stop and think

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  Throughout time, between a wolf and a shepherd

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Who do you think has killed more sheep?

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 Nah, there's nothing can be done

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  It's just the way it goes

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 First you get bad, then you get mean

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Then there's nothing left but to grow cold

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And pray to the Saint of Lost Causes

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Some will say I've got no feeling

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 No heart, and surely no shame

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 Truth is that this has been with me so long

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That I, I must admit I kinda like the pain

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How many encounters do you ever have

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 But again, how many wolves you ever seen?

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You got about as much chance of seeing one of them

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As you do running into me

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  Still take nothing for granted

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Might live on the best block in Beverly Hills

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Be sure you lock up tight at night

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You know poor folks ain't got nothing to steal

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Just pray to the Saint of Lost Causes