Year: 1968 - Album: At Folsom Prison
Written by Jack Clement
E A A D Through the back door of your life, you've swept me out dear E A In the breadline, of your dreams, I lost my place D From the table of your love, I'm thrown the bread crumbs E A E A At the Indianapolis, of your heart, I lost the race. A D In the garbage disposal of your mind, I've been ground up dear E A In the ballpark, of your love, I've been struck out D Upon the river of your plans, I'm up the creek ma'am E A Now I'm corroded, in the junkyard, of your heart. D A I've been washed down the sink, of your conscience E In the theatre of your love, I lost my part A D And you say you've got me out, of your system (Exlax) E A I've been Flushed From The Bathroom, Of Your Heart. ?'s [email protected]
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