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 Been on a barbed wire highway 40 days and nights I ain't complain'n that's my job and it suits me right I got a sweet soul fever rushin' around my head I'm gonna sleep tonight in Maria's bed Got on a dead man's suit and smilin' skull ring Lucky graveyard boots and a song to sing I keep my heart in my work, my troubles in my head And I keep my soul in Maria's bed I been up on sugar mountain, 'cross the sweet blue sea I walked the valley of love and tears and mystery I got run out'a luck and gave myself up for dead Then I drank the cool clear waters from Maria's bed She give me candy stick kisses 'neath a wolf dog moon One sweet breath and she'll take you, mister, to the upper room I was burned by the angels, sold wings of lead Then I fell in the roses and sweet salvation of Maria's bed I been out in the desert, doin' my time Siftin' through the dust for fools gold, lookin' for a sign Holy man said, "Hold on, brother, there's a light up ahead." Ain't nothin' like the light that shines on me in Maria's bed Well I take my blessings at the riverhead I'm living in the light of Maria's bed
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Copyright © Bruce Springsteen (ASCAP)
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