Today's the fourth of july Another june has gone by And when they light up our town I just think What a waste of gunpowder and sky I'm certain that I am alone In harbouring thoughts of our home It's one of my faults that I can't quell my past I ought to have gotten it gone
Oh, baby, I wonder - If when you are older - Someday- You'll wake up And say, 'my god, I should have told her - What would it take? But now here I am and the world's gotten colder And she's got the river down which I sold her.'
So that's today's memory lane With all the pathos and pain Another chapter in a book where the chapters are endless And they're always the same A verse, then a verse, and refrain
Oh, baby, I wonder - If when you are older - Someday- You'll wake up And say, 'my god, I should have told her - What would it take? But now here I am and the world's gotten colder And she's got the river down which I sold her.'
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