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Israel Nash Gripka
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Bellwether Ballad
Oh, miss Mary I settle down, make an honest man out of me, well I take to your father's land, I learn to keep good company.
In the spring you can marry me, but women and pain they never wait. Some got the timing right, but I was too late.
Oh, my bones are tired and worn, time it shows upon my face, I'm still looking for those mountain tops, you can tell by the way I celebrate.
The fire's now have all gone out, but I think that I would stay, Some got the timing right, but I was too late.
Sometimes I think that the sky will break, Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com you just keep me on the line, my mother's praying that my soul he'll take, a hope that gets me through the night.
I should turn the pages of your book of ages, but my hands with age they shake, Some got the timing right, but I was too late.
Oh, Missouri won't you bless my soul, 'cause I'm a Bellweather son, When this city, it spits me out, to the yours old highlands I will run.
If you don't hear from me, keep it in your memory, try to make it everyday, Some got the timing right, but I was too late.
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