Tonight I'll shave the mountainI'll cut the hearts from pharaohsI pull the road off of the riseTear the memories from my eyesIn the morning I'll be goneI drink a thousand shipwrecksTonight I steal your paychecksI paint the sheets across my bedThe birds will all fly from my headAnd in the morning I'll be goneTake every dream that's breathingFind every boot that's leavingShoot all the lights in the cafeAnd in the morning I'll be goneI bet a thousand dollarsI have a French companionI tie myself below the deckI pull the rope around my neckIn the morning I'll be goneIt takes a life to win herThere is a drum of bourbonEight hundred pounds of nitroHis boots are thunder as he playsThere is a stone inside itTonight his bones will ride itI'll need a tent to hide it
And in the morning I'll be goneAnd in the morning I'll be goneAnd in the morning I'll be goneAnd in the morning I'll be goneAnd in the morning I'll be goneAnd in the morning I'll be gone
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