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halt you mother
i’m not the kind of man to make a fuss
halt you mother
i’m not the kind of man to bend or bust

there is a blackbird on the back burner
the first to boil, the first to make his mark
from what i heard he’s a good earner
the blackened soil, the bones of those who worked
a little too hard

so i say halt you mother
you’re not the one who’s going to get me down
halt you mother
you’re not the one that's going to make me a clown

there is an iron seed inside of me
i’m trying to find the royal we to root
from what i can see she’s lonely
she’s looking for the kind of love that bears a little fruit

but when the spring gives way to summer
that’s when my love begins to falter
and the summer gives way to fall
then my love’s nowhere at all
and the winter leaves me alone and cold

so i say halt you mother
i’m not the kind of man to come undone
halt you mother
i’m not that kind of man… i’ve got to run

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