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Blue Pail Fever - Wovenhand
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Blue Pail Fever Wovenhand

Blue Pail Fever - Wovenhand
[Verse 1]
Thy will be done
Here on this highway
In every house and field I pray
All in meekness yield
Aided by want
Among stranger people
To disgrace so soon I've come

[Chorus]
Drift like sleep
Into the hotel montana
Lay low for thy names sake
El matador Louisiana

[Verse 2]
Full of bulls, blood and what not
Coarse jest to a tight knot
You are not acquainted with your own heart
Frozen prayer upon my lips
Inside the blood runs hot
He was reviled, yet he reviled not

[Chorus]
Drift like sleep
Into the hotel montana
Lay low for thy names sake
El matador Louisiana
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