[5.8.07] - FestivalThe rain smelled like fish
And mud ran between my toes
I was closing one chapter
And opening another, I suppose
Count them all, the Crows they sing
And from the rain comes the silly king
But from father, mother, sister bring
Another page in this crazy thing - called life.
And from the rain comes the silly king
But from father, mother, sister bring
Another page in this crazy thing - called life.
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"We couldn't all be cowboys,
some of us are clowns
and some of us are dancers on the midway
we roam from town to town...
I will wait for you in Baton Rouge
I'll miss you down in New Orleans...
You're the queen of California and I'm the king of rain..." :)
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