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Writer: Mickey Cates |
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Nineteen hundred seventy-three |
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My second cousin Calvin and me |
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We loaded down his old blue-green Corvair |
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And headed for the State Fair |
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Was mid-October and the autumn breeze |
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Shook the colors out of the trees |
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Time was passing but who where we to care |
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We were headed for the State Fair |
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Chorus: |
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And I remember Calvin |
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Reaching underneath the dash |
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Pulling out that pack of cigarettes |
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That he kept stashed |
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For half the morning |
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We blew smoke rings in the air |
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Like two big fat Millionaires |
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It happened way out on Route Twenty-nine |
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Some drunk driver came across the yellow line |
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Calvin's momma cried and his daddy sat and stared |
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Life can sure be unfair |
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It's been so long since that dark day |
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I thought by now I'd have put the past away |
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But just this morning I found myself back there |
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Going to the State Fair |
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Repeat chorus |
