Local Color - Lillie Palmer

I came back from Santa Cruz on a bus which overheated

Sold the amp to my guitar--wonder which of us got cheated

Crossing the line to my home town it cut me like a knife

Walking past the playground swings in the yellow street light

The green house with the rusty gate I'd short-cut on my way

To the school with my best friend--knew they'd tear it down one day

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Some dreams die hard
Washed away with the rain
Some dreams die hard
They never come back again

Mrs. Jones on her front porch in her lap's her dog that's blind
She don't say nothing to no one since her man left her behind
Her boy his name was Randy--he used to chase the bus
Long after it would drop him off--bus driver say in disgust
"There goes that crazy white boy. Waddaya think a that?"
One day he went to fetch his ball--fire truck just squashed him flat

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We had choir practice once over at the reverend's house
When everybody'd gone he stuck his tongue right in my mouth
I told my ma about it later on that day
Said I was just thirteen, nobody would believe it anyway

God, there's Jim's house boarded up--no one's lived there since
We used to sit up all night long sit tin' on that fence
We'd sing the saddest songs we knew--lightning got that tree
The weekend his folks went away and he made love to me
He wore this stupid railroad hat with stripes along the brim
I got pregnant once in March--never did tell him

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