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I catch my buzz in the black of the
night
where nobody ever goes and the warm wind blows.
If I lose my cool in the
open and it shows
that I'm down and I
aint alright.
I search my soul
where this no
moon.
the trees all cross and
are covered in moss.
If the crickets wanna know then I'll tell'em what I
lost
Oh, I got the tailgate blues.
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