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Cross her off the short listMy blood is a reckoning at birthNo way we'll be lit by the bridges we burnAnd come tornadoCarry me away from the craftRuffle my hair and my body in loveAs the cutlass came down on a Saturday nightLeft an unplanted field, left my daughter and wifeCalled away into service for a clerical lifeLeft an unplanted field, left my daughter and wifeOhThought I was a sad boyNow I know I know I know I was wrongSince you came along I can see how content I can beIt'll drive a man crazy to wage from the outside inBut I have a plan, it's a trick with a prick of a pinOh and as the cutlass came down on a Saturday nightLeft an unplanted field, left my daughter and wifeCalled away into service for a clerical lifeLeft an unplanted field, left my daughter and wifeFor a man can be bought, and a man can be soldAnd the price of a hundred thousand unwanted soulsOh From Letras Mania