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A Duffel, a Grip, and My D35 - Pony Bradshaw
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A Duffel, a Grip, and My D35 Pony Bradshaw

A Duffel, a Grip, and My D35 - Pony Bradshaw
I want to lay my body down
Deep in the everlasting sound
But I'm headed back to Knoxville town
Where that homemade wine makes my belly growl

A duffel, a grip, and my D35
Leaning in a point of pride
Mandy keeps house up Shelby Cove
She'll make me a pallet on her kitchen floor

From this tower
I've seen it crumble
And the stories we tell
Eternal trouble
In the blood, in the blood, in the blood
Of our kind

The burden of our history
This ain't no damn democracy
On the scent of thе erstwhile beast of all sin
You can't blamе a man for keeping warm in the halls of fellowship

From this tower
I've seen it crumble
And the stories we tell
Eternal trouble
In the blood, in the blood, in the blood
Of our kind
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