The Gourds

The Gourds - Lowlands lyrics

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Rode him wet through this August heat
 I took me a German bride
 all empty and bloody inside

 in the dark I heard a thief
 he stole my money and my grief
 in the morning I wanted to die
 the doctor cut me the lawyer lied

 stop yer waiting and just go
 don't be saying what you don't know
 for the lowlands I am bound
 where my pale bride will be found
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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: Glitterhouse Records

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Released in: 1999

Language: English

Appearing on: Ghosts of Hallelujah (1999)

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