The Felice Brothers – Dont Wake The Scarecrow (Guitar)

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Would you love me

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If I told you I was born upstream

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If I told you I come from money, White money

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Would you love me, would you love me

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Well, I was born down

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By a bad little river in a poor town

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Where an indian-giver put a board out, It said "Boarding House"

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Call him Scarecrow, he kept whores around

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And I'd go there

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I'd wait my turn on the broke stairs

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And get me the girl with the golden hair

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Aw yeah, leave your clothes there, on the folding chair

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In that cold room

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Your breath would twist just like ghosts do

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You said, "Call me Dorothy in red shoes"

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And the bed moved, The bed moved, The bed moved

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Tracy, don't you wake that scarecrow tonight

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Well, the man would come in

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It's hard living right giving head when

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The sad days of winter have set in

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And the medicine for an mannequin is heroin

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I'd find you there in the bath

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We'd cook up your shit in a tin can

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And you started calling me Tin Man

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And we started making plans to begin again, begin again

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You saved a C note

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Told me you felt like a seagull

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Told me to meet at the depot

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With the needle, then maybe we'd go, to Reno

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Where you'd be my desert dove

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And we'd find a way to make better love

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Said, "Baby, that's how the West was won"

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And the blood-red sun, Yeah, the blood-red sun

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Tracy, don't you wake that scarecrow tonight

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Well, the man cries,

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"Who gives a damn when a tramp dies?"

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But I loved you there in the lamp light

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With your bare thighs, and the halo of your hair alive

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And all my lifelong

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I'll never shake off your siren song

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And all of your talk about dying young

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With an iron lung and that crazy way

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You said, "Simon, I think I might stay here with Scarecrow tonight

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Simon, I think I'm gonna stay here with Scarecrow tonight."