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Last night I dreamed that we were back down by the railroad tracks smoking Marlboro cigarettes we threw our shoes into the river and our mothers called each other, wondering where the kids were 'cause they woke up and we were gone we were running down the parkway singing some old gypsy song Goodnight Irene, Goodnight Irene I swear this world ain't as sad as the papers make it seem and in the morning we'll all be fine so if you're scared darling, put your little hand in mine All the grown ups standing in the other room they were talking about money and what's happening on the news but we were laughing about nothing we were sitting in the kitchen drinking rum and eating dandelion soup and it was true we didn't give a damn that we could fill an ocean with the things we never knew Chorus I was sleeping in the back of the bar with my head on Mama's shoulder Letras de cancionesand my Elvis playing cards All the old men they were smoking and drinking the band was playing my daddy's singing Chorus From Letras Mania