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Bells of Saint Ago (Lyrics)
Music & lyrics © 2012 Mark Cunningham. All rights reserved.
Drifting right outside the county
Half a mile past too far gone
Lonely hearts they seem so empty
To this drifter and his song
Rolled the dice outside of Memphis
Sold my soul in Tupelo
Caught your rambling ways in Tuscon
Made you cry in San Antone
[Chorus]
I’m always stuck on empty
I’m always running low
I long to hear the ringing
Of the Bells of Saint Ago
Well the whiskey’s got me thinking
About the leaving side of me
And our hearts are always drifting
This old highway set me free
So I breathe a sigh of guilty
Because the bottle’s done me wrong
And our lives are always tilting
We’ll be gone before too long