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  • Now, like most of you, I've never taken kindly to strangers
    I'm not proud of it
    But who knows who they are, scuffling around
    Looking at you out of the corners of their eyes
    Or - even worse - full on direct eye contact

    You know they look at you funny
    You know they laugh at you
    You know they'd take that hundred dollars out of your bedroom drawer
    If you didn't keep your eye on them

    Now my mama, she's back East in a nursing home
    She's got a friend, a good friend, that the family don't trust
    And they're not friends anymore and we'll never know

    A few times a smooth talking man came by the casita
    A kind man, an honest business man
    One time he brought his very nicely put together wife
    And you know I watched 'em
    Walking up to my front porch in the sun
    And they wanted to sit with me and talk about Heaven

    They came by to talk to my girl and me a few times after that
    But we didn't bite
    We haven't seen them in a long time
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