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When I was a child |
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my mother said to me |
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You can't spend all your days alone |
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In the shade of a cherry tree |
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My brother cut the roof off a Lincoln |
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cause his doctor said lose some weight |
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And the tape of Buck Owens, my hair was blowing |
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as they drove from the garden state |
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to the lights of the golden gate |
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I've been missing you, so listen |
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id like to ask you could you drive to town? |
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And I've been thinking about your Lincoln |
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continental with the sunroof down |
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When the kid came down from Lennox, |
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Gary Allen was the talk of the town |
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A real high roller, a self-promoter |
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said the band was the best around |
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He said "I got a little money from performing; |
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I bought a new suit and hat." |
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I said, "Performing what?" |
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you said, "Classic stuff Ricky Hayes and Virginia scat." |
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I said, "Who the hell is that?" |
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But I can play a little old time fiddle |
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we can start a little country band. |
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And I was thinking in your Lincoln |
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we can bum around the promise land |
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And the world will open up for us |
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at least that's what I hope it does |
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Probation officer john Collins |
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was a paranoid psychopath |
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He had to paint the fence by the roller rink |
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for the committee of industrial trash |
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You can't find the business end of a rifle |
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You're the devil from an Irish saint |
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I said I got no cares in those affairs |
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what I was, what I am, or ain't |
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I got a lot of fence to paint |
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I got no loving all because |
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I'm kinda infamous crossing lines |
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You got me thinking, even Lincoln |
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must have felt a little lost sometimes |
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And the world will open up for us |
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at least that's what I hope it does |
