I've sung it all tonight. Almost every story that I know. And now when they turn out the spotlights. I'm not sure where I'm s'posed to go. And I'm so hoarse I can't hit the high notes.
Why did the little girls grow crooked. While the little boys grow tall. The boys were taught to tumble. The girls told not to fall. The girls answered the telephone.
It was the town that made America famous.. The churches full and the kids all gone to hell.. Six traffic lights and seven cops and all the streets kept clean..
Oh, barefoot boy. Once he came unto a land. Of forests and of streams. That tumbled through. The meadows to the sea. . He called it home. For many were its wonders.