her momma named her Daisy, got it from a magazine,
Through the mountains in her white dress, she'd run chasin' me,
Thought she was faster, cause I told her so, even though it wasn't quite the truth.
Well I know she's an angel even though she ain't got wings.
Cause my sweet Daisy loved the hell outta me.
halfway to hazard -
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