Strap them kids in give 'em a little bit of
The hurricane party's windin' down
And we're all waitin' for the
She gets a little restless in the spring
She might follow
hear the trucks on the highway
and the ticking of the
There?s a Vietnam Vet with a cardboard sign
Sitting there by
The air raid siren at the high school blew
Every weekday,
Turned off the tv
sat down to dinner
phone rang, we were
Where'd you go last night?
I never heard you leaving
I woke
Ive got it all to myself now
Crack the window just
Aunt Clara kept her Bible Right next to the phone
My thoughts were gnawing at me so I tried hard
He was a drinking man with a guitar problem
Didn't have
Last time I saw you
it could've been Christmas eve
it could've
The in-laws are waiting the games have begun
The cell phone
I'm not from here
I just live here
grew up somewhere far
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