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Jim White( Michael Davis Pratt )
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Diamonds To Coal
Lyricist:Jim White
It's the twilight hour As the sun goes down I see a flatbed Ford with a scrapyard load Rattle off through town
The railroad crossing lights flash on There ain't no train in sight A crescent moon will soon ascend As day gives way to night
And I feel home And I think how far away I got from home Back in the bad old days But I'm done turning diamonds to coal
Now just before dinner time This old drunk comes knocking on my door Say he's looking for some girl who lived here Twenty-seven years ago
The radio in the kitchen is playing 'Papa Was A Rolling Stone' And as he strolls away into the night And the streetlights flicker on
I get to thinking about home And how sometimes there come a day When I try to get back home Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com But all you can do is run away But I'm done turning diamonds to coal
In love we find out who we are In sorrow we abide Our strength's revealed by what we build From the broken things inside
But a day will come when you will know Which way you must choose to go To travel on and live alone Or turn yourself around and try to get back home Try to get back home
And now way up high two jet planes Weave spider webs across the sky As that flatbed Ford has dropped his load Now there he goes swinging by
And the silence gathering 'round this house Makes such a lovely sound That I know for sure that I am cured From turning diamonds, from turning diamonds to coal
'Cause I feel home and I'm done turning diamonds to coal Yes, I'm done turning diamonds to coal Yes, I'm done turning diamonds to coal Yes, I'm done turning diamonds to coal Yes, I'm done turning diamonds to coal
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