once there was a mighty battle I heard the rhythm of the hammers beating the rail lines together Elephant riders to the northwest bring news from father Elephant riders
Won't you come over and stay for a while? Take a seat, have a drink, we'd have a nice time Turn on the TV, I believe it's prime time I'll make you Chicken
Once again, I'm denied my choice Once around the stump, then twice across the ceiling Now eight times over Miss October is out for me Believe me when
Went to the Five And Dime Bought myself a copy of Time And on the cover was a woman that I knew When I was excavating in the mountains of Peru Caught
Tin shacks and catfish bones Been about all I've ever known The Junebugs rattle and roll Around the old maypole Thunder and lightning Oh, see the catfish
Could've been a swan on a glassy lake Could've been a gull in a clipper's wake Could've been a ladybug on a wind chime But she was born a dragonfly In
Standing waist high in snow What brought me here, I do not know Sky is filled with starry scenes Of heroes and their greatest deeds Satellites move across
For Thanksgiving we had 'tatas Succotash and rudebagas Then came turkey from the oven Broke the wishbone, covenants were sealed and set On the losing
once there was a mighty battle, I heard the rhythm of the hammers beating the rail lines together. Elephant Riders to the northwest bring news from father. Elephant Riders
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Once again I'm denied my choice. Once around the stump, then twice across the ceiling, now eight times over Miss October is out for me. Believe me
Won't you come over and stay for a while? Take a seat, have a drink, we'd have a nice time. Turn on the TV I believe it's prime time. I'll make you
Went to the five and dime, bought myself a copy of Time, and on the cover was a woman that I knew when I was excavating in the mountains of Peru. I
Tin shacks and catfish bones have been about all I've ever known. The junebugs rattle and roll around the old maypole. Thunder and lightning, the
Could've been a swan on a glassy lake. Could've been a gull in a clipper's wake. Could've been a ladybug on a windchime, but she was born a dragonfly
Behind the Cliffside Inn, I heard a fiddle and a mandolin, keeping rhythm on an old washboard and stomping on the floor. Saw people of all sorts dancing
Standing waist high in snow, what brought me here I do not know. Sky is filled with starry scenes of heroes and their greatest deeds. Satellites move
