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Down At The End Of Lonely Street
Down At The End Of Lonely Street
Sat in the Tupelo hardware store
Waiting for a buyer to arrive
A price tag hanging from my neck
Six dollars ninety five
When a woman and a scrawny kid
Come through the big glass door
Her name is Gladys the proprietor says
And they both look run down poor
It’s January nineteen forty six
Close to his birthday I’m told
He com...
Wednesday 17th April 2019 2:47 pm
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