Wooden Sky (The)
Virginia
Well, first Virginia calledAnd said she wanted socks.Same with dead cowboy dreams,But you know I can't standThem uneducated.Well, the ones at dawn,They wanna talk.Well, not so much thoseThat never giveThemselves a chance.And if you stayIn Winnipeg for the summer,Won't you please think about me,Out here in the country?Well, if a block can produceThe single poetThat I could look up without much.You know that it'sA big businessTo get behind that.Well, it's not the old stuffThat the romance saw;It's a miniature cityWith big, brown hymnsAnd people all dayWho stare at me.
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