The Not-books of Johnnie Dun

Off the coast of Miami,

white water wakes like the soul.

Coal mine Pennsylvania,

it’s the darkness make you whole

 

Throw ‘em a line,

give ‘em a slip,

don’t your Hart Crane,

ain’t no jumpin’ ship.

 

When they treat you so mean

i’ll put the teapot on for you.

When you return from Aberdeen,

I’ll make the bed up for you.

 

Throw ‘em a line,

give ‘em a slip,

don’t your Hart Crane

ain’t no jumpin’ ship

 

Steel mill river down blue,

old tracks fade away,

let it all flow over the rocks for you

let my soul pass by

let my love pray

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