Boy there was a day, an assortment of rhymes. And waving they rode that parade for a while. And everybody knew everybody. Boy there was a day being lonely was hard.
I've grown tired of conversation. all the play by play. a remedy for my salvation. seems so far away. full time jobs at part time wages. all the cubicles are cages.
Growin' up, it was tough. We were glad for what little we had. I saw my share of old fair, Mississippi. Dirt roads and Confederate flags. . Everyday my father would tell me.