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need my sackful, I need my sackful I need my sackful, I need my sackful I need my sackful, I need my sackful I need my bills paid, I need my sackful So
We're gonna steal your mail By the pale moonlight We got grocery sackful after grocery sackful After grocery sackful after grocery sackful After
minor chords and tears I hope he brings you a sackful of lonesome this year You're the white elephant No one wanted and still got stolen away Some
feel Like a thug or a thief Sometimes I feel I have drowned a sackful of dreams That you offered to me To cherish and keep Sometimes I feel I have
to himself and he cussed He left Sacramento early that mornin' With a sackful of mail for St. Joe Had to outrun some outlaws outside Carson City By
different? You Jews produce Messiahs by the sackful We need him crucified it's all you have to do We need him crucified it's all you have to do Talk to me,
on a feminine squeeze, A sackful of love an' a mindful of fantasies A midnight rider on a stallion steam, I got an old man's weakness hanging on a young man's
like a sackful of bones, People going hungry, feeding a billion homes So I put my dead child down, you put your TV on Well I ain't gonna cry just
know she go a sackful she can swallow And I paint the picture though Call me Michelangelo Ballin' like Karl Malone She wearing that black skirt with no
give you that But I'm gonna need it right back from you You'll be sorry by the sackful, in fact You'll be sorry right when I ask you that I might have
of my world But you were indifferent I am losing my mind from distress and pain Your letters to me, sackfuls taken from My studio when you thought I had
to warm his dreams From Brady to Junction, he's got freight to move He's got a wagon, six horses, and a sackful of food He's savin' his money, gonna buy
squeeze A sackful of love A mindful of fantasies A midnight rider On a stallion steam I got an old man's weakness Hangin' on a young man's dream So
speaking captual Baby I got stacks you aint gotta worry bout a single thing I got packs by the sackful If he wanna talk slick he can get hit Saw him
of biscuits and an old tin of beans, A sackful of memories and a handful of dreams A pocket of shelter and a cigarette's glow Watching the tail-lights fade
sick Well I got so bored, taking trips abroad to improve the condition I had. Just sitting at home like a sackful of bones, while my neighbours thought
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