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Lyrics

Rise up out of bedlam
Blink the dust out of your eyes
& have a little faith in
The shakin of the dice
Listen to the hummingbird
Who nests inside your head
Wings beating like a drum
Like a song that comes
From a haunted guitar
When you hardly even try
It’s a contact high

Hello, Mister Sunshine
Won’t you come in from the cold
& sip a cup o’ coffee
While you tell me tales of gold
I’ll add a little melody
If I might be so bold
As the notes that flow
From a haunted guitar
Grace the days floatin by
On a contact high

You can make a ilvin'
Off another sufferin' brow
You might be forgiven
For the sin of bein’ proud
Might even get to close to heaven
If you follow the crowd
To the beating of the drum
Like a song that comes
From a haunted guitar
When you hardly even try
It’s just a contact high

Seldom have I seen
Seven sunsets in a row
Long gone are the days
When I searched in Tupelo
Now I’m takin' some comfort
From the things that I know
Like the notes that flow
From a haunted guitar
Such a sweet lullaby
It’s a contact high

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