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november in omaha

well that big wind’s coming for you darlin, in the night

so gather up your things, write a note for somebody

and sharpen all them knives, to put up your big fight

you always knew this would end bloody

 

and lay your lead belly down

and follow that iron line, clear out of this town

     

you left your box of matches on the floor

an empty fifth of whiskey on the table

well i swear on high, i saw your eyes this morning

well the sky sank dark, and i drowned in the stable

 

and lay your lead belly down

and follow that iron line, clear out of this town

 

well i woke up to them coyotes

and i climbed up that hill in our yard

and i buried all them memories you left me

and set a blaze of hellfire to the barn

 

i’ll lay my lead belly down

and follow that iron line, clear out of this town

and i, i’ll leave you behind                 

and i won’t leave my porch light on, and i’ll forget why

oh, why