Sonja
Lyrics and Music by Joe Bolinger

Sonja, you like those gray cloudy days.
Lonesome, sometimes but not always.
Sonja, your arms are marked up like a grave;
Tombstone, carved out by the life you made.

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You were born when I was six,
Out here in the sticks.
Those footlights and their tricks
Took you away.
I was six when you were born,
Out here in the corn,
I never could quite figure out my way.
There's a banjo in my heart needs to be played.

Hard things are hard for everyone to do.
Hard times are hard to make it through
Hard life, you do what you gotta do.
T’keep  your angles sharp and edges true.

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Long day, girl sit down next to me.
Long kiss and reality tv.
Lonesome, sometimes but not always.
Someone for those gray cloudy days.

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