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Corona of Springfield
03:33
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I was born on the floor of a Walmart
Some say at the end of the world
They rolled my mama out in a shopping cart
Clutching her new baby girl
And I was sanitized like a bathroom
I was wiped down and soaped up and rinsed
The nurses all wore the same costume
Each one in a fight to exist
Some said you should name her Corona
With their tongues pressed hard in their cheeks
They all laughed around Springfield, Missouri
And none of them died in their sleep
My dad didn't know mom was pregnant
But he really didn't seem to surprised
Except that his name was even mentioned
Except that my mama had died
And the neighbors all looked on in judgment
Said I brought a curse on their homes
Hoarding supplies in their basements
Wasting away all alone
Some said you should name her Corona
With their tongues pressed hard in their cheeks
They all laughed around Springfield, Missouri
And none of them died in their sleep
By the time that the dust had all settled
Tumbleweeds rolled through the town
The number of dead had been triple
What the experts had warned them about
And my daddy stood out in a corn field
The world all tattered and torn
His hair whipped around like a pinwheel
His angel of death in his arms
Some said you should name her Corona
With their tongues pressed hard in their cheeks
They all laughed around Springfield, Missouri
And none of them died in their sleep
They all laughed around Springfield, Missouri
And none of them died in their sleep
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Turkey River
03:36
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They're coming up the avenue
Internal revenue, this is nothing new
If I lose track of you
Meet me at the rendezvous
I snuck out through the white pines
The word's out in the grocery lines and the five and dimes
And the Cresco Times
But we'll get hard to find
I grew up on fertile ground
Black dirt and chicken sounds and hunting hounds
And those Grant Wood towns
And I know my way around
Say goodbye to this year's crop
Last year's money is hid in an old cook pot
Buried on top of Steamboat Rock
And if the Turkey River is gonna drink me in
I might as well let her
I can't run forever
The river's about to come apart
And spill over Cardinal Marsh
Meet me after dark at the high water mark
My little meadowlark
And if the Turkey River is gonna drink me in
I might as well let her
I can't run forever
And if the Turkey River is gonna drink me in
I might as well let her
I can't run forever
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