One horse manning a ghost town

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  1. billy nomates.

    billy nomates. rain cancels play.

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    This is what we call a ghost town
    Where the saloon door sets the metronome

    With weather worn boots striking
    On the down beat

    Loud enough for the whole town to hear
    So the bartender asks for a smile not a story

    And gets nothing but questions
    About how long he's been here

    Since it started raining, he says
    And there's been no drought in memory

    But there's still hope for sun
    To paint the beds by morning

    Where your lover's skin is a symbol
    Of the night before

    And looks like a train track
    But ain't no train run here for a long time honey
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