I Can See Your Tracks
Oh, I can see your tracks
But I won't fall back
I just hope for rain
Or some kind of crazy wind
To erase them, chase them
Into oblivion
Oh, I can smell the smoke
From your firepit
But I'll leave you alone
And sleep in this lonely cave
And pray for a storm to
Scrub this dirt away
Oh ho, oh ho ho, I can hear the snakes
Creeping 'cross the scene
I'm quaking in my boots
But you won't hear me scream
You're halfway down to New Orleans
You're halfway down to New Orleans
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