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Tag Archives: Tom T. Hall
The Divorce
Just leave me here, would you? We all die alone. There’s no one to call and no movies been shown. It’s all sentimental, that crap, anyway; so just leave me here and move away. Just leave me here, would you; … Continue reading
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Tagged disappointment, divorce, failure, John Prine, regrets, relationships, Tom T. Hall
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Ballad of the Undertown
Now, Councilman Zeb Davis says that tourists are the way to save this town. Never mind the unemployment and the high school where the scores are going down. And the factories that close? That’s an element we just don’t need … Continue reading
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Tagged Bob Dylan, Bruce Springsteen, discontent, hypocrisy, rural living, small towns, Tom T. Hall, Willie Nelson
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