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Heroin heroes Fearless in the fire Robbers on the rooftops Howling for the choir All out of ammunition With witches at the gate If I make the country Have to really celebrate
Get myself back down to the farm Where my sweet love she soon will Heal all wounds And shield me from harm
Paradise people Swinging at the bell The hunters of the rich life Are closing for the kill Hiding in the shadows Of places they have been Where the living were the losers And the loser never wins
Got to get ‘em back down to the farm The simple life it just might Do a whole lot of good And it can’t do no harm
Cocaine disciples Christians to the ring Neon arenas Sirens in the wings Roll Ulysses Learn it from the fox Got to make the country
Or lose it on
the rocks Get yourself back down to the farm This livin’ on the road it just don’t Make no sense When it’s home you hunger for
Got to get you back down to the farm The simple life it just might Do a whole lot of good And it can’t do no harm
Get myself back down to the farm Where my sweet love she will soon Heal all wounds And shield me from harm
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