we gave ourselves
we gave the farm we
gave grandaddy's gold from the war
we sold his saber and revolver too
Mama's good silver and china
tore our souls to pieces
ran the wagon into the ground
all the horses too
(and I'd give all this and more
if I had to give it away again
just for a minute or two
or more with you)
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