Light of the Burning Sun John Hiatt
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The message was sent
The task was done
Prayers offered up in the night
Faced the light of the burning sun
My brother was dead
By his own hand
A gun in the glove box
'Cause he carried money
For the old man
They say he gambled
Friday's payroll
Found him in his car
In a cornfield
Twenty one years old
He wanted to own
His own clothing store
Dressed like Sam Cooke
With the catholic girls
In his Fair lane Ford
Doing his job
Doing his best
Selling burnt orange
And avocado green kitchens
All across thе midwest
The task was done
Prayers offered up in the night
Faced the light of the burning sun
My brother was dead
By his own hand
A gun in the glove box
'Cause he carried money
For the old man
They say he gambled
Friday's payroll
Found him in his car
In a cornfield
Twenty one years old
He wanted to own
His own clothing store
Dressed like Sam Cooke
With the catholic girls
In his Fair lane Ford
Doing his job
Doing his best
Selling burnt orange
And avocado green kitchens
All across thе midwest
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