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The evening sun was sinkin' down, a chill north wind a-blows

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The new-plowed ground was coolin' fast, the river rolls and flows

                Am                           G
Beneath the two-lane concrete river bridge between my place and town

        F                                E
On that hot-bed Farm to Market road they call 1291

            Am                                  G
I'm sayin' son you'll see me searchin'; sizzlin' down that broad hiway

F                                        E
Dollar signs in both my eyes, I'm seekin' out my prey.  I'm prayin'

 Am                           G
"Jesus, will you send me just another three or four?"

             F                                      E
They pay two-fifty down in Halletsville, 3 dollars, maybe more.

                  Am                          G
And more than likely they'll be out tonight a-wanderin' from the farms;

F                           E
Waddlin' down 1291 to keep their bodies warm.

                Am                           G
I'm talking walkin' belts and neckties, and boots for rodeo;

            F                                             E
They don't run too fast, don't waste much gas.  I'm makin' lots o'dough.

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