Amory - Tom Brosseau
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Amory Lyrics
When your friends left Princeton for the beach
without a penny to your name
Atlantic City and a hotel room where you took all the blame
When Monsignor Darcy wrote you to find your cousin Clara Paine
a way to cleanse your robe
you took after your Mom
I'd say she'd a done the same
Amory
Now you bleed but you struggled in the Lord above
you survived the war
but you lost in love
may your hair always be auburn
may your eyes always be green
clear eyes each time you fall
for only dealt the hand
that don't come with a glove
Amory
Oh, Amory
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