by GFLee
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by GFLee
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I've got a little place to myself up on Stony Ridge I got it made in the shade I sleep in the afternoon Leave my bed unmade No-one breathing down my neck, black coffee and a shave I whistle a little of whatever AM radio plays As for letters and provisions... Well it's a long walk to the corner shop In the January heat, it's a big decision To either think of you, or not I send you a New Year's Kiss And I hope you will remember me like this I got two good arms, one bent leg, One weekly social security cheque I can make an honest dollar, but to be quite honest I can't keep track of where it went I've got a good black dog, so I don't need a phone He can smell bad weather coming in his old dog bones I don't need no Eyewitness News, no Seven Eleven No Southern Fried Chicken, no Man from Prudential To give me good times on easy terms No Eyewitness News And in the evening when the skyline is cut in two By a figure resembling you Wet matches won't light, and I double take Wind shudders to a halt, main roads are washed out And all around, as far as the night can see Is just the gaping lack of you and me I hear you're riding a new horse in the sun Sure hope those Sydney shoeshine boys don't take you for a run I still want you back, when it's all said and done Let the sky roll back/Let the ground give way The wind has turned around/The seasons upside down To either think of you/Or not To either think of you/Or not
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