The Fog
the smoke rises up,
and the rain falls down,
nothing to do in my litlle town,
idle hands are the devils workshop,
and the country corner is my first stop,
then the house around the corner,
i have to give my twenty to her,
she hands me the bag and i run off,
along with my heart, the soul was lost
and the rain falls down,
nothing to do in my litlle town,
idle hands are the devils workshop,
and the country corner is my first stop,
then the house around the corner,
i have to give my twenty to her,
she hands me the bag and i run off,
along with my heart, the soul was lost
Published by john howe
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