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Hush falls the evening And tickles the bellOne freckle, three freckle, fourHush falls the evening And tickles the bellLove, close your eyesThere are stories to tellTroubles and marks and sakes to keepBlow out the candle and go to sleepI hang the moon that looks to the WestTied to your pillow And twice 'round your chestShould the sky thunderAnd should the stars mistWater the branches that sprout from your wristOnce was a man On a dark and cruel roadOne freckle, three freckle, fourOnce was a man On a dark and cruel roadWhere strangers and brothers And caravans towedTroubles and marks and sakes to keepBlow out the candle and go to sleepLetras de cancionesEach pushed in fogWith wife and a childOne freckle, three freckle, fourEach pushed in fogWith wife and a childOut of VirginiaAnd into the wildTroubles and marks and sakes to keepBlow out the candle and go to sleepI hang the moon that looks to the WestTied to your pillowAnd twice 'round your chestShould the sky thunderAnd should the stars mistWater the branches that sprout from your wristWife shook with feverAnd sick went the airOne freckle, three freckle, fourWife shook with feverAnd sick went the airHe tied her to saddle'Til thirst took the mareTroubles and marks and sakes to keepBlow out the candle and go to sleepSome drifted missingAnd some drifted foundOne freckle, three freckle, fourSome drifted missingAnd some drifted foundHe carried his wife'Til they fell to the groundTroubles and marks and sakes to keepBlow out the candle and go to sleepI hang the moon that looks to the WestTied to your pillowAnd twice 'round your chestShould the sky thunderAnd should the stars mistWater the branches that sprout from your wristHe held her downWith a man and his sonOne freckle, three freckle, fourHe held her down With a man and his sonNobody spoke as he emptied his gunTroubles and marks and sakes to keepBlow out the candle and go to sleepWagons and heels turned And limped as he frozeOne freckle, three freckle, fourWagons and heels turnedAnd limped as he frozeHe strangled her locket Away from the crowsTroubles and marks and sakes to keepBlow out the candle and go to sleepI hang the moon that looks to the WestTied to your pillowAnd twice 'round your chestShould the sky thunderAnd should the stars mistWater the branches that sprout from your wristDay came And he and his blood were forgotOne freckle, three freckle fourDay came And he and his blood were forgotSave for the branchesThat from his wrist shot(Murder)Troubles and marks and sakes to keepBlow out the candle and go to sleepWeary the prairiesAnd littered with deadOne freckle, three freckle, fourWeary the prairiesAnd littered with deadI'll leave her locketRight here on your bedTroubles and marks and sakes to keepBlow out the candle and go to sleepI hang the moon that looks to the WestTied to your pillowAnd twice 'round your chestShould the sky thunderAnd should the stars mistWater the branches that sprout from your wristHush falls the eveningAnd tickles the bellOne freckle, three freckle, four From Letras Mania