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Write me down
Don't forget my name
Write me down
Don't forget my name
Father, are you with me?
Mother, are you there?
Brother, can you hear me?
Sister, do you care?
(Write me down)
Write me down. Write me down
(Don't forget me name)
Please don't forget m-m-m-my name
(Write me down)
Write me down. Write me down
(Don't forget me name)
P-P-Please don't forget my... don't forget my name
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Here lies a road agent dead on a hill
Sing on sing on a whippoorwill heal
Lived and died by his gun
Rise up rise up morning sun
Rise up son of god
Rise up from the song
Quick money catch penny fly by night
all a acquild(?) in his side
Gone today and here tomorrow
California desert to the veil of sorrow
Rise up son and go
Rise up from below
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Thunderballs cold a flash floods rown
On a glory hole soul story seldom told
From a feast of whiskey and a flow of cash
To the silver black ash from a dancehall flash
Rise up son of chain
Rise up son and dance
Here lies a road agent dead on a hill
Sing on, sing on whippoorwill if you will.
(completed the memory typings of Ashley Davis, wrote it by hearing -Marsuniversals)
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Here lies Sally Grey
She came to town one day
Wasn't long 'till she went astray
Now she lives this town today
For a better place we pray,
Sally Grey.
If they only knew the way I used to think about
Being something more than used up by men
I might have been something more than what I am to him
As they lay me down
I think many women are not what they seem to be
They are something more than part of some scheme
Some strong man's dream, something more than what she is to him
As he lays her down.
(I'm pretty sure these are right. -Ash)
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