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When I was a child, my mother said to meYou can't spend all your days alone In the shade of a cherry tree.My brother cut the roof off a Lincoln, 'cause a doctor said lose some weightAnd the tape of Buck Owens, our hair was blowingAs we drove from the Garden StateTo the lights of the Golden Gate.I've been missing you, so listenI'd like to ask you could you drive to town?And I've been thinking about your LincolnContinental with the sun roof downWhen the kid came down from LennoxYeah yawning was the talk of the townA real high roller, a self promoterSaid his band was the best aroundHe said, "I got a little money from performing,I bought a brand new suit and hat."I said, "Performing what?" He said, "Classic stuff, Ricky Hayes and Virginia scat."I said, "Who the hell is that?"But I can play a little old time fiddleWe can start a little country bandLetras de cancionesAnd I was thinking, in your Lincoln We can bum around the Promised LandAnd the world will open up for us.At least that's what I hope it does.Probation officer John CollinsWas a paranoid psychopath.He had me painting the fence by the roller rinkFor the Committee of Industrial Trash."You can't find the business end of a rifle,You're the devil from an Irish saint."I said I got no cares in those affairs,What I was, what I am or ain't.I got a lot of fence to paint.I got no loving, all because I'mKinda infamous for crossing linesIt got me thinking, even LincolnMust have felt a little lost sometimes.And the world will open up for us.At least that's what I hope it does. From Letras Mania