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my home is Pennsylvania
where the mountains grow long and green
I spend all my time walking
wastin' time til I can't go to sleep
'cause of that old evil
down in them deep valleys
where the blueberries are a'bloomin'
and the mountain laurel's clean and white
I got a hard time shakin' the awful feelin'
that things here just ain't right
'cause of that old evil
down in them deep valleys
where the whitetails are a'playin'
I see a crash across the forest floor
but we'll shoot 'em down and eat 'em
hunt 'em til there ain't no more
just to feed that old evil
down in them deep valleys
there's a curse in the north
where towns vanish just covered in trees
there ain't another living soul here darlin'
it's just us three
you, me, and that old evil
down in them deep valleys
where the ground's forever burnin'
throwin' off a thick plume a'smoke
hell took it back from the people
now there ain't no more townsfolk
there's just that old evil
down in them deep valleys
my prison is Pennsylvania
with her valleys 100 miles long
I'll get stuck on in and overgrown
so thick you can't cut it off
and I'll live with that old evil
down in the deep
it's just a'hauntin' me
from down in the deep
it's really really scary
down in them deep valleys
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Tell it to Me
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I'm cruisin' up 4th street, comin' down main
I'm trying to bum a nickel for to buy cocaine
that cocaine is gonna kill my honey dead
I'll buy cocaine til it runs me dry
spend every last cent to keep gettin high
that cocaine is gonna kill my honey dead
so won't you tell it to me, tell it to me
drink your corn liquor let that cocaine be
that cocaine is gonna kill my honey dead
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I'll sniff cocaine until I die
the doctor says it'll kill me but he can't say why
that cocaine is gonna kill my honey dead
I'll sniff cocaine, sniff it in the wind
I'll sniff cocaine like it ain't no sin
that cocaine is gonna kill my honey dead
so won't you tell it to me, tell it to me
drink your corn liquor let that cocaine be
that cocaine is gonna kill my honey dead
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I swear to lord I can't live my life
without a bump a'cocaine morning, noon, and night
that cocaine is gonna kill my honey dead
that cocaine took every last piece of my soul
that cocaine is gonna keep me from gettin' old
that cocaine is gonna kill my honey dead
so won't you tell it to me, tell it to me
drink your corn liquor let that cocaine be
that cocaine is gonna kill my honey dead
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that cocaine'll keep me on a roll
keep me swingin' a hammer, keep me crackin' coal
that cocaine is gonna kill my honey dead
when my back is broke and my head don't hurt
cocaine'll keep my body up out of the dirt
that cocaine is gonna kill my honey dead
so won't you tell it to me, tell it to me
drink your corn liquor let that cocaine be
that cocaine is gonna kill my honey dead
so won't you tell it to me, tell it to me
drink your corn liquor let that cocaine be
that cocaine is gonna kill my honey dead
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Dan Filler Columbus, Ohio
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