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I was dreaming of the Tallahatchie Bridge
A thousand miles from where we live
But the long line at the pearly gate
The keepers of our fate
None of them will congregate
Out on Money Road
A lonesome boy in a foreign land
(Out on Money Road)
And a voice we'll never understand
(Out on Money Road)
One lies in the Zion yard
And one sleeps on the river bar
Neither one got very far
Out on Money Road
Out on Money Road
I was dreaming about the deepest blue
But what you seek is seeking you
You can cross the bridge and carve your name
But the river stays the same
We left but never went away
Out on Money Road
Out on Money Road
Out on Money Road
Out on Money Road
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