You grew up in the city, High society girl
And even
Mamma's tears fell so easy
Daddy's handshake was strong
Then I climbed
When you told me
That we were through
I thought it would
I remember when baseball was everything
It was Little League, but
All I can be is a sweet memory
That drifts
Looking back from were I stand tonight
I Wouldn't change a
Heaven knows where I'd be now
If you had not
I got money in my pocket and a guitar in
Baby I bought wine and roses on my way home
Yeah
I'm just a fool for April
There's nothing more to
I hear your favorite music on the jukebox
And right away
Way down at the bottom
Both sides come together and
I thought it was over
I thought I could move on
But
Me in my rented tuxedo, you in your big sister’s
I hope it won't be that wrong anymore
Maybe I've
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