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Gov T Mule Deep End Vol 1

Back in El Sobrante where the sun don't shine. Near the Iron River past the old church line Lives a hot gal, smells of stale wine We call her greasy

hire Rudy always liked the smell of a dollar bill Especially if it's burning Always had a thing for low I.Q.'s in high heels Can't you feel the tables

Been lying here for hours Can't get my eyes to close Can't get one moments peace To save my doggone soul I've been doing more than drinking' Trying'

Yellow moon shining like fool's gold - slipping softly into the sea Memories how they linger, guess we weren't strong enough, you and me Still I look

And pretend that I can break her When she's already been so beautifully broken Why do I fall for the dangerous ones The ones that don't know how to let