Fruit Bats (The)
Flamingo
The plavce where I was born is a vague memoryLike the flakes in the snow of a broke-down TVIt could be in a big city in a beautiful dellWith a red corn silo or a broken church bellThe girls would all be pretty and the men quiet and strongThe autumn is beautiful and summer not too longRains of May would come pouring like the Genesis floodLeft the old pink flamingo face down in the mudThe last thing I'll do before I call it quitsIs probably dream just a little bitBut nothing too hard on my sweet fadin' mind 'cause everything is gonna be just fine
From Letras Mania