Correction Paroles The Hired Hand par Wovenhand

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Hired hand haulin' rollin' in from the field
Bozeman old man dominion
He heard the music commin' from the lodge of God

With the quietly this knowin' better
The to and fro this Roman nose
Just outside to fetch'em, never goin' in
Never would he let em put your ear to the ground, listen listen
He bowed the heavens and he come down
Her the stars are deeply fallen
In iron chains and shackles bound

He command the grave and sea
Give up your dead, o give up your dead
He command the grave and sea this brazen we
Give up your dead

Bead rattle sour leather
You turn yourself in and over
Over on this ship's chest
Way up high in the riggin', where the sun chief he does rest
Where all the mighty wings of heaven do nest

Fall asleep on his pillow of stone
He the ladder bottom rung
In the dream descending
In the dream ascending on the sun

He command the grave and sea
Give up your dead, o give up your dead
He command the grave and sea this brazen we
O, give up your dead, give up your dead
Give up your dead, give up your dead

Settle down in the bedrock
Big chisel boldly graven
The sparks from the hand the soldering brand a flamin'

He command the grave and sea
Give up your dead, o give up your dead
He command the grave and sea this brazen we
Give up your dead, give up your dead
Give up your dead

He command the grave and sea
Give up your dead, o give up your dead
He command the grave and sea this brazen we
Give up your dead, o give up your dead
Give up your dead

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