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Lowlands, lyric by Gourds

from the songs album Ghosts Of Hallelujah


I saddled me a wounded priest
Rode him wet through this august heat
I took me a german bride
All empty and bloody inside

In the dark i heard a thief
He stole my money and my grief
In the morning i wanted to die
The doctor cut me the lawyer lied

Stop yer waiting and just go
Don't be saying what you don't know
For the lowlands i am bound
Where my pale bride will be found


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