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Josh Ritter lyrics : "Letter From Omaha"

Well I can't sleep with all these hand-me-downs
Battered up chests and faded dreams
Every new life seems to spin away

Like sand escaping through the seams
Send me a letter from Omaha
Said a needle or thread could mend the tears

But tonight the cotton fields they
Smell like calico
And the color of your hair


Stars stand against the lonely blue
Like pin-pricks made by midnight hands

They tried to sew you a pure white dress
Got tied up in the misdeeds and demandsCotton burned all brown and wasted
Like an innocence fell to disrepair

But tonight the ashes they
Smell like calico
And the color of your hair


If I could have my one and only wish
I'd sew your hair all to the lining of my shirt

I'd stand in the noon day clean and golden
Not the color of the dry land dirt


Send me a letter from Omaha
Said a needle or thread could mend the tears
But tonight the sugarcane it

Smells like calico
And the color of your hair

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