Robert Altman Lyrics

Son of a wealthy gambler
The Mayflower haunts the mother
Employed by the Calvin Company
Before Kansas City Escape
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When you were up in the air
Did it make you what you were?

He met a man who had a surname
That was the same as his forename
Who drained him of his dollars Left him with a tattooed dog

Your daily bread was hopeless dreams
On the cusp of eternal defeat

In charge of Lion’s Gate
“I’d rather die than play it straight.”

A journeyman who sparkled
Fond of an easy target
Armed with a genre
And an overlapping ensemble

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