| Little Blossom choked and her daddy croaked
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| Her sad face toked and her long pipe smoked
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| She drank herself to sleep most every night
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| She had colts to ride a few steers to find
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| Deer meat, fish and spuds to fry
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| But inside she cried somehow my life ain’t right
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| She knew she had to take a big ride
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| Across the desert and the valley wide
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| Pass a couple little towns to another one that she knew
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| She left her saddle and her medicine belt
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| With her old uncle cause he knew how she felt
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| Made a big her bones and away she flew
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| She looked at me through bleary eyes
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| And when she spoke, much to my surprise
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| She told me things I would have never known
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| She was takin' her meals back to Mexico
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| She quoted Bob Dylan and Geronimo
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| We ate lots of mushrooms and chased 'em down with Joe Crow
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| She told me she’d been stabbed three times
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| Been married twice and been on the wine
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| Smokin' cigarettes don’t stunt your growth
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| And you can bury your heart at wounded knee
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| Or get a scan from the university
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| Somehow I had the feelin' she’d done both
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| «You can praise the Lord and bury your dead
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| Or you can be your own God,» she said
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| «I've sold myself but I have made a livin'»
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| So buy me drinks and toast to my health
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| Tomorrow I’ll forgive myself
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| I’ve got nobody else doin' me forgivin'
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| She was makin' me a proposition
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| If I would just shut up and listen
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| She’d pay me back in time when she got home
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| With a little help from the stars and moon
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| She said I won’t be returnin' soon
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| I told her she could call me on the phone
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| Now Little Blossom combs out her hair
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| And lives alone way out there
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| At night she lays her tired old body down
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| She rides some colts and runs some steers
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| Deals with all her doubts and fears
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| Does her best to stay away from town
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| Nah it don’t do to stay too long in town |