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John Dreck's body's moldrin in the cornfield | John Dreck's body's moldrin in the cornfield | ||
picking up the radio and feedin all the corn | picking up the radio and feedin all the corn | ||
corn's growin crooked bendin over reekin | corn's growin crooked bendin over reekin | ||
feedin up the people when they buy it at the store | feedin up the people when they buy it at the store | ||
John Dreck's body's stinkin like a tree | John Dreck's body's stinkin like a tree | ||
fragments of his memory seeping upward from his grave | fragments of his memory seeping upward from his grave | ||
Callin for the friendly hopin for a patron | Callin for the friendly hopin for a patron | ||
Fillin up the orchards with remembrance of his pain | Fillin up the orchards with remembrance of his pain | ||
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John Dreck's body's rottin in a cornfield | John Dreck's body's rottin in a cornfield | ||
Straining at the peephole that's afforded by the corn | Straining at the peephole that's afforded by the corn | ||
Years passin slowly Situation hazy | Years passin slowly Situation hazy | ||
Down there in the quiet dark it's hard to know the score | Down there in the quiet dark it's hard to know the score | ||
Poor John Dreck he never gets a visitor | Poor John Dreck he never gets a visitor | ||
Lonely grave is lonely it's machines that tend the corn | Lonely grave is lonely it's machines that tend the corn | ||
Callin to the faithful hopin for a neighbor | Callin to the faithful hopin for a neighbor | ||
A stimulating lady who could help and keep him warm | A stimulating lady who could help and keep him warm | ||
[[Category: Gwodder Wordedg]] | [[Category: Gwodder Wordedg]] | ||
John Dreck's body's moldrin in the cornfield
picking up the radio and feedin all the corn
corn's growin crooked bendin over reekin
feedin up the people when they buy it at the store
John Dreck's body's stinkin like a tree
fragments of his memory seeping upward from his grave
Callin for the friendly hopin for a patron
Fillin up the orchards with remembrance of his pain
John Dreck's body's rottin in a cornfield
Straining at the peephole that's afforded by the corn
Years passin slowly Situation hazy
Down there in the quiet dark it's hard to know the score
Poor John Dreck he never gets a visitor
Lonely grave is lonely it's machines that tend the corn
Callin to the faithful hopin for a neighbor
A stimulating lady who could help and keep him warm