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  1. Seventeen Years

From the recording Time to Fly

Lyrics

“Seventeen Years”

Got a flower on my arm
The ink’s still wet
Sitting at this bar
Trying not to sweat it
My hands are dirty
And my math’s not too good
By all accounts
From where I stood
May aim is strong
In the Northwoods

Our oldest boy
He’s less one tooth
This kind of truth
Got me talking to stranger
In a smokeless room
Watching the singer
Sing your favorite tune
All right
Of course

I speak in tongues
On a daily basis
Black bound, black hound
A pocket of aces
Gonna dig, dig way down
My hands in the earth I’ll heal

We got good children
And we’ve given them life
Your a good woman
I don’t want to fight
I’m gonna dig, dig way down
My hands in the earth
I’ll heal..
This broken ground
This broken ground
This broken ground

Well goodnight mister
Yeah thanks for your ear
Well I’ll be alright
there’s nothing to fear
even the most mild mannered dog
would snap for a bone

When getting kicked out
of his own home
After seventeen long years
Well we’ve got good children
And we’ve given them life
Your a good woman
I don’t want to fight
I’m gonna dig
dig way down
My hands in the earth
I’ll heal
This broken ground
This broken ground
This broken ground
This broken ground
Well we’ve got good children
And we’ve given them life