Well, I remember it all very well lookin' back
It was
It was the third of June, another sleepy, dusty Delta
Slow cookin'...
Let me add a little spice to your life,
Serve
Billy-Ray was a preacher's son
And when his daddy would visit
Two men sittin' in straight back chairs
Feet propped up on
Another place, another time
Another song, another rhyme
Is it so wrong
Rain on my Sunday shoes
Pick up the daily news
Looks like
Benjamin rode out of Montana
On a Palomino pony
He told me
Beverly packs her lunch pail silently
In the light of the
Billy the kid I understand you
It really ain't your fault
Got a pollywog in your water
Tadpole in the moonshine vat
An'
Here are some samples of the fabric, Miss Morgan
I know
Just outside of delta country
Where the bitter weeds growin wild
Born
Took the Continental Trailways
'Cause I didn't have the fare
To get
Hurry Tuesday child
Its time to be a goin'
Your good news
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