The Stopping-Off Place lyrics |
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Well the fog's rollin' thick in the trees And the fire burns deep in the hole My conscience a wound with no salve It betrays me wherever I go Said the best way a man can go down Is to die with his face to the street And you guessed that the Way I'd go down Like a gambler who rolls off to sleep But that night on the mountain, I staged my own death Left my clothes scattered far Down the trail And I dreamed of your neck, Your raven-haired crown |
With no trace, I jumped over the rail Move along, cannot stay The Stoppin'-off place Move along, cannot stay The Stoppin'-off place Plain clothes knows nothin' bout me And plain clothes knows Nothin' bout you He'll call off the chase in a snap He'll give up the chase if you ask And I promised to you, that I'd See my way clear And I'd come back to get You someday |
With silver for teeth and blood In my hair I'd come back and get you someday Move along, cannot stay The Stoppin'-off place Move along, cannot stay The Stoppin'-off place Move along, cannot stay The Stoppin'-off place Move along, cannot stay The Stoppin'-off place |
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