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I've been living hand-to-mouth for a year or better

When the mailman comes and he gives me your letter

And I recognize the handwriting even now

But I go ahead and open it anyhow, yeah

No one's been buying from my roadside stand and I

Hold your letter like a cross in my hand

I'm gonna wrap up my troubles

I'm gonna wrap up my troubles

I am gonna wrap up my troubles

In you

I went out into the kitchen

Where the light comes through the four-paneled window

Clean and bright

And it's taken me this long to realize

How much I like the way that you dot your "i"s

I was born in Indiana thirty years ago

I got a mean, cruel hunger down below

And I'm gonna wrap up my troubles

I am gonna wrap up all my troubles

I'm gonna wrap up my troubles

In you