Well they blew up the chicken man in Philly last
Well my soul checked out missing as I sat listening
To
They're still racing out at the Trestles
But that blood never
You and me we were the pretenders
we let it all
I love to see the cottonwood blossom
In the early spring
I
We said we'd walk together baby come what may
That
Well I've been out of the woods for six days
Well now on a summer night in a dusky room
Come
House got too crowded clothes got too tight
And I dont
Well you can go out with him
Play with all of
Well I sought gold and diamond rings
My own drug to
Well brunettes are fine man
And blondes are fun
But when it
The screen door slams
Mary's dress sways
Like a vision