A red tailed hawk sails up to the wire
While i'm casting my line in the pond
Hey old friend where you been so long
Things are getting kinda rough on the farm
Down muddy rivers over dried up lakes
These shifting winds been tugging at my wings
The boys are laying grease down the slipway
All hands on deck
Cause today's the day
We're off
We're off
Far from the din
Big fat cats in buttercup suits
Well they are coming for the wrens of mice and men
They've got papers to sign
They want a cut from you
Well bust my buttons
There's a back door bell
Don't you know there will be no sign
The creepers in the alley all know the knock
Buffed up dapper dan with a fresh haircut
Her hairs in a perm just for the long walk
Fly the jolly roger
I'm an artful dodger
And there's nothing going on here
Rain
Wind
Gather and spin
Let it swell
Hoist the sails
Across prairies and then
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Well, Back in Ramona
The weeds are growing tall
Long rusty fences make friends of us all
The milo all fades to gray
But an ocean of notions could save the day
Well a renegade high top shoes the latest craze
See some big shot daddy-long-legs man watch her swing
Try and follow down a straight line
Well I never saw her coming gettin dizzy spying
Refuse the call
And have a ball
Can make you spin
Twinkle toes slip-ruby's all the craze
Down the carpet watch here out shine
Well she's light zap cracker-jack superstar bright
And the band is cooking up a storm tonight
Fly the jolly roger
I'm an artful dodger
And there's something going on here
Rain
Wind
Gather and spin
Let it swell
Hoist the sails
Across prairies and then