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Guy Clark Somedays The Song Writes You

it watered down He took it straight up and neat If it's bad enough for him You know it's bad enough for me Hemingway's whiskey You know it tough out

down And he put it in my hand He said, "You tell me what it's worth You're the one who wants it" Tune it up, play a song And let's just see what haunts

've spilled wine on it all (chorus) Maybe I can paint over that It'll prob'ly bleed through Maybe I can paint over that But I can't hide it from you