The morning' sun touched lightly. On the eyes of Lucy Jordan. In her white suburban bedroom. In her white suburban town. As she lay there, neath the covers.
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Well, my daddy left home when I was three. And he didn't leave much to Ma and me. Just this ole guitar and an empty bottle of booze. . Now, I don't blame him 'cause he run and hid.
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They say there he sits in his big white wicker rocker. Eatin' candy coated cashews sippin' orange lemonade. While a sweet young thing fans the flies from off his eyebrows.
Open the gates up hey screw did you miss me Jimmy I see that you found a new friend. Warden come down here and kiss me hello cause I'm back home in Huntsville again.
My daddy left home when I was three,. And he didn't leave much to Ma and me.... Just this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze.. Now, I don't blame him cause he run and hid,.
Hey dragged up my holly and I pull it to a town for the bigtime. Hey rig down the road I tore 'em down I'm a bigtime. I wheeled right in them swinging doors.
(Hey the truth might hurt so I'm tellin' you now that you better not ask me). Hey you better not ask me where I been all night. Why my eyes are shinin' and my spirit is flyin'.
I'm being swallowed by a boa constrictor. I'm being swallowed by a boa constrictor. I'm being swallowed by a boa constrictor. And I don't like it very much!.
(Shel Silverstein). . I used to be a prancer a one-eyed song and dancer. But eyes for true romance I didn't even try. I'd get 'em and forget 'em. But I never could stay with 'em.
(Shel Silverstein). . The mornin' sun touched lightly on the eyes of Lucy Jordan. In her white suburban bedroom, in a white suburban town. As she lay there 'neath the covers, dreaming of a thousand lovers.