I'm not in the band
They cut out my hand
But it's not important
I keep forgetting to forget
This south land regrets
To be different
Too tired of verse
For it to get worse
It was better at first
Who am I fooling?
And what am I doing?
It's a ballad
They're practicing now
Only learning how
But it's not important
They're wonderful folk
But I can't share their joke
It's a sad one
There's Tennessee green
Nowhere to be seen
Will they find it at last?
Do you think of me?
Do you write of me?
It's a ballad
They cut out my hand
But it's not important
I keep forgetting to forget
This south land regrets
To be different
Too tired of verse
For it to get worse
It was better at first
Who am I fooling?
And what am I doing?
It's a ballad
They're practicing now
Only learning how
But it's not important
They're wonderful folk
But I can't share their joke
It's a sad one
There's Tennessee green
Nowhere to be seen
Will they find it at last?
Do you think of me?
Do you write of me?
It's a ballad
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