Joe Purdy - Wood Box

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Elizabeth
She’d shoot the junk
She ain’t around no more
She missed the show
Face down on the floor
And a hell of a way to go
Well she ain’t around no more
Well your daddy was nice
To you most of the time
Except for the days with a cane
And there was so much dust
That his heart did bust
What a hell of a price to pay
And he ain’t here today
Dont go down
Dont go blue
Dont go down, blue
Cause that wood box
It weren’t made for you
Well that wood box
It weren’t made for you
Well your got your thrills
And you got your pills
And you cut your hands with a blade
Yeah but what would you do
If that sun shone through?
Would you cower and run away?
And oh how you loved it
When it rained all day
Dont go down
Dont go blue
Dont go down, blue
Cause that wood box
It weren’t made for you
Well that wood box
It weren’t made for you
Cause that wood box
It weren’t made for you
Cause that wood box
It weren’t made for you
For you