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 I threw my robe on in the morning Watched the ring on the stove turn to red Stared hypnotized into a cup of coffee Pulled on my boots and made the bed Screen door hangin' off its hinges Kept bangin' me awake all night As I look out the window The only thing in sight Is dry lightning on the horizon line Just dry lightning and you on my mind I chased the heat of her blood Like it was the holy grail Descend beautiful spirit Into the evening pale Her appaloosa's Kickin' in the corral smelling rain There's a low thunder rolling 'Cross the mesquite plain But there's just dry lightning on the horizon line It's just dry lightning and you on my mind I'd drive down to Alvarado street Where she danced to make ends meet I'd spend the night over my gin As she'd talk to her men Well the piss yellow sun Comes bringin' up the day She said "ain't nobody gonna give nobody What they really need anyway" Well you get so sick of the fightin' You lose your fear of the end But you can't lose your memory And the sweet smell of your skin And it's just dry lightning on the horizon line Just dry lightning and you on my mind
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Copyright © Bruce Springsteen (ASCAP)
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