Alex McMurray

Won’t come quick—won’t come quiet

won’t make you cry—won’t make you wail

Won’t come slick and it won’t come sly

won’t be a letter in the mail

it will be something you know

something you know

make you fall apart

it will be something you know

something you know

that will break your heart

When you learn that you’ve lost

all your old muscles

and you can’t remember where

you think on the past and your old hustles

well maybe you left them there?

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and it ain’t gonna be some great big mystery, no

won’t be a stranger on a train

‘cuz it’s probably sitting right there beside you

and all your life you’ve known its name

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so goodbye my friends

goodbye old Salinas

scatter my ashes in the shate

and think of the times we had between us

every time you hear me say

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