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    PLAY ME BACKWARDS
    (Written by Joan Baez, Wally Wilson, Kenny Greenberg & Karen O'Connor)

    You don't have to play me backwards
    To get the meaning of my verse
    You don't have to die and go to hell
    To feel the devil's curse

    Well I thought my life was a photograph
    On the family Christmas card
    Kids all dressed in buttons and bows
    And lined up in the yard
    Were the golden days of childhood
    So lyrical and warm
    Or did the picture start to fade
    On the day that I was born

    I've seen them light the candles
    I've heard them bang the drum
    And I've cried Mama, I'm cold as ice!
    And I got no place to run

    Let the night begin there's a pop of skin
    And the sudden rush of scarlet
    There's a little boy riding on a goat's head
    And a little girl playing the harlot
    There's a sacrifice in an empty church
    Of sweet li'l baby Rose
    And a man in a mask from Mexico
    Is peeling off my clothes

    I've seen them light the candles
    I've heard them bang the drum
    And I've cried Mama, I'm cold as ice!
    And I got no place to run

    So I'm paying for protection
    Smoking out the truth
    Chasing recollections
    Nailing down the proof

    You don't have to play me backwards
    To get the meaning of my verse
    You don't have to die and go to hell
    To feel the devil's curse
    I'll stand before your altar
    And tell everything I know
    I've come to claim my childhood
    At the chapel of baby Rose

    I've seen them light the candles
    I've heard them bang the drum
    I've seen them light the candles
    I've heard them bang the drum

    © 1992 Gabriel Earl Music (ASCAP), Sony Cross Keys Publishing Co., Inc. (ASCAP), Greenberg Music (BMI)


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