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His mother once told him she would give him a penny for every freckle he owned
and she made sure no one in the house would give the dust a name
only knowing the hand of his father he grew up like seconds ticking on a clock
He the sunshine and that man would wake up, down a pot of coffee, wipe one tear from his eye
and go out to work all day, stop for dinner, and then work a little more
one day he saw him kicken and screamin that somethin' wouldn't work
cussin up a storm.
that's the day the angels wrapped around him
that's the day he decided he would enjoy broken things
even if he Could fix em'
they gave him the name of a saint and he wasn't scared of things he didn't know
he made love to susie under the Cottonwood, Upon the brush, Beside the creek
and that's all he thought he'd ever, evr, eva, eva need
and now, when he is out there in the sunshine it seems
that time passes
like a song on a green radio, singin a song by a man named Bob Dylan, Singin
'Everything is Broken'