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Talking with the old folks by the wall
Dreaming bout New Orleans in the Fall
And grateful for the time that God allows
And doing my best to keep it hid
Hanging by a gossamer thread
Roll on up its feeding time again
A kiss to suck the lightning from the pain
Im hatching us a plan for busting out
And free of what that bastard did
Hanging by a gossamer thread
All lit up like the National Grid
And hanging by a gossamer thread
Youre choking on your daily bread
Hanging by a gossamer thread
Dog in the doorway
Dyed in the wool
Dog in the doorway
Dyed in the wool
Dog in the doorway
Dyed in the wool
Away !
I hope that Im wrong
Hope that Im wrong
I hope that Im wrong
Yeah
I hope that Im wrong
Hope that Im wrong
I hope that Im wrong
Yeah