Drive-By Truckers - The Driver (Official Video)

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Trying to remember hymn No.9 in the ethereal dances,
in the moon light, I think that I thought it's not itself.
I smelled a burnt flesh in the forest of weeping beech.
We called epitaph tree, dreamt a grove watered to be coffin.
A seed grown for coffinwood.
Then alcohol out of the rain he take.
Silver boxes out of the moment when he struck by the lightning.
There's no pain he knows and smiled we know is alright.


Drive-By Truckers - The Driver (Official Video)
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