Down there at Middleton
They're in the cotton field again
You may not know that
They're predetermined by the color of their skin
I pray one eye open
I pray one eye closed
I'm ready to got tonight
How about your soul?
She's been in my arms tonight
Been far too long
She's getting tired
Rest her weary bones
I'm on a mystery train
Searching for the Grail
My skin's getting pale
My soul's in Hell
Boo Radley
Quiet as a mouse
Never see him outside
Always in his house
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