"A bunch of withered roses lie, a faded silhouette
Caught you jumpin' in the deep end last night, but it hasn't happened yet.
They're tying up your body with some rusty Number 8 and they say,
Too early with your run, son...."Missing in Action
"Laughing Boy is drowned,
Sailed across the sea.
Whisky was his daily bread,
His like we'll never see, again...."Morton (song For Tex)
"He stopped to change a tyre out near Warnambool,
His Chevy it was all over the road.
He pulled into town sometime in the early afternoon,
More than a normal travelling salesman, the guitar his only load...."|
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