Texty: Guy Clark. Keepers. Like A Coat From The Cold.

I found comfort and courage from bottles of whiskey.
I swear to you friends these old high times sure seem risky.
I have backed away gently from those who tried to burn me.
and blocked up my ears that no one should learn me.

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But the lady beside me is the one I have chosen
to walk through life with me
like a coat from the cold

I have flown like a bird from every cage that confined me
and broken every one of the ties that bind me
I have danced me around some sad ol' sad ol situatioons
and taken my share of those sweet invitations

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