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Wood Box

Joe Purdy

Elizabeth, she ....
she ain't around no more
she missed the show
face down on the floor
and a hell of a way to go

well she ain't around no more

well your daddy was nice to you most of the time
except for the days with a cane
and there was so much dust that his heart did bust
what a hell of a price to pay

and he ain't here today

dont go down
dont go blue
dont go down, blue
cause that wood box, it weren't made for you

well your got your thrills
and you got your pills
and you cut your hands with a blade
yeah but what would you do if that sun shone through
would you cower and run away
and oh how you loved it when it rained all day...

don't go down
don't go blue
don't go down, blue
cause that wood box, it weren't made for you
yeah well that wood box, it weren't made for you

cause that wood box, it weren't made for you
cause that wood box, it weren't made for you

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