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Dukedom Cayce
The sun went down on your parade
and your wondering if your bill's been paid
You took your hat and your guitar
told us your going to be a star, Dukedom Cayce
Your mother hocked your Paw's gold tooth
said she couldn't bare to tell you the truth
and now all you had to hang on to
is being advertised for a dollar two, Dukedom Cayce
the radio never knew your name
your a junky poet who's hooked on shame
you can drop your title outside of town
by Greenfield you can have a brand new crown, Dukedom Cayce
Fortune Tellers on the telephone
obsessed with, wont leave you alone
no one really knows what your writng means
or the songs you sing on your six string, Dukedom Cayce
So take your guitar and take your hat
write us and let us know where your at
sidewalks can take you anywhere
if you find your place, i'll see you there, Dukedom Cayce
