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High upon a forgotten mountaintop lay a gardenUnattended and dry'Twas a yard that hadn't felt childrens' feet runningFor the mother long ago taught her children how to flyWithin a simple cabin, untouched by industrial handsSat the aged mother in her home"You can't escape the picture frames - there's too many," she said,"They keep me from bein' alone"Well she spoke, "He was an honest manHe worked hard to put food on our platesWell we had more babies than we had armsWe struggled all our lives, but the rewards were great"And when my son came home from the war,He rested his head on my breastAnd said, 'Ma, I'm tired of being used and grinded downI feel so low, can you make me feel like I'm the best?'"Well my best friend truly wed a savage manHe wore her like a bad tattooFor his only love was for a bottleShe said, "There's only one thing left for me to do"To be wild once again, to take back my life and run away,Letras de cancionesSet flames to his truckHe won't ever know what he's been missing; I did every day:Joy, freedom, dance and love, dance and love"These are the stories that this mother spoke to meAs I brought her garden back to growI was rewarded with a warm meal, tales never to be heardSome call it poverty, but they'll never knowShe said, "All I got is my stories and this old guitar, My crops have all come and gone awayI got a head full of recipies enticing to the tasteAnd a liking to wake up and greet the day"Got a bad back from raising my children,From huggin' my husband so tightHell, I never cared much for any government;I got my Jesus when I feel the time right"Singin' I'm the richest I'll ever beI embrace the world I have all around meSo sing a dying song and slap your kneeHave a taste of true anarchy, yeah anarchyHey! From Letras Mania