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Wired Ole Gal
She hasn’t really changed much
A rose in the wintertime
The quiet dead rose kind
Blowin’ down the cold road
And she’s a wired ole gal
Seen her read her literature
A book about rain called
I Want to Drink Some
Eleven hours of sleep gone
And she’s a wired ole gal
Blood of the Ram [2004]
Wired Ole Gal