Blue ship sail me,
Lost in the slipper of the night.
Full
Heydays are passing.
Your house has been rented
Several times over
By prettier
Well there is nothing
For anyone to see here
Back
I’ll waist
Lost dog over the train tracks
Moonlight falls on a Midwest
I know you're drinking down at the Barley Fool
Oh, the
I hear the freight trains go by a like a
Sweet mother come down and say your prayers
For the fields
» More on Great Lakes Myth Society