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I'm gonna open up the window and let in October
And roll up my sleeves in the rain

Roll out on the freeway with a heart a little harder
Breezes
Yeah most of all
I love
You
You
I love the tree's of gold
Against the blue
October sky
I love to feel the sea
Runnin' over my feet
As the waves
From a shack by a mountain stream 
To a room in New Orleans 
So far from my Blue Ridge Mountain home 
The men I meet ain't warm and friendly
How can there be trouble in this world? 
With the color in these hills, the blue October sky, 
this little road that winds along the river. 
Dusty
Her hair was golden brown and she wore blue jeans
And she told me that she cried a lot
I told her not to worry 'bout the little things
Our
(Dolly Parton)

From a shack by a mountain stream 
To a room in New Orleans 
So far from my Blue Ridge Mountain home 
The men I meet ain't warm
Beck here the leaves are turning
On me just like you
Change is full of color
And it's anything but blue

I thought that I'd stop living
Without
Nineteen hundred seventy three
My second cousin Calvin and me
We loaded down his old blue green Corvair
And headed for the State Fair

Was mid
strived the valley sides
Reached the bright blue castle
It appeared in defiant solitude
Spreading scraps of paint
Out on the October sky surface
From inside
Calmed the heart of a lonely lady,
You kept me flying high,
And the leaving easy.
And it's Dallas in the rain,
And I was dreaming.

October winds
standing by the live oak tree, in our yard on Canyon Lake
And I'm driving under miles and miles of clear blue Texas skies
Some strangers in a pick-up truck,
T-Bone Steak Blues Trk 6 Dsc 1 3:40 
Sleepy John Estes
(John Adams Estes)
James 'Yank' Rachell - Vocal & mandolin
Sleepy John Estes - guitar
winter days
 Out with an 'F' you go to frigid winter days
 blow by the, blow by the snow
 Ba ba e ya um ba ba bae ya um ba a
 Mrs. Smith has gotten old
Friday night butterflies,
Like clockwork they'd arrive...
A little chill and the October sky.
Nervous till the kickoff game,
Four quarters win
flames, October ashes
Southern skin and blue jean flashes
Strike a match and light a memory
We never said goodbye, we let it fly into thin air
Tonight I'm
When I saw the ambulance screaming down Main Street
I didn't give it a thought
But it was my Uncle Eugene
He died on October
The second, nineteen
of October like memories of the dead

And the last time I saw autumn's fire was a thousand years ago
I put my faith in autumn -- seasons come seasons go
Propped my eyes open with some chemistry 
I've got a three hour drive and a man to see 
The blue bruised sky is closing in 
Cover up well because
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What would you sell? 
Loose glasses and suit 
Heart and soul 
Won't wear out 

That's not
On a blue antique night 
In early October 
His wavy brown hair 
Stuck wet to his shoulder 

And its click, click, click 
Go the heels of his
Looking out the window at the clouds flying by
I wonder if You moved them with a thought or with a breath
And as they pass, I see the beauty
grey Mexican suit
The blue eyed traffic can sashay by
'Cause tonight the sailor boys have hit Shanghai
The kick-out traffic goes creaking by
I smash
lenier (come here).
I'm on my P's and my Q's stones green to the blue 23's when I cruise.
Feel my calf muscle on my brake pedal ain't another younging
Now I'm looking for the money that my wife just spent

Oh Lord, um-hm, the blues is killing me
Oh Lord, Lord, Lord, these blues is killing me
The millionth chance they laughed, to take down his majesty's craft
To India they say, magic carpet float away, an October fateful day

Mist is in the trees,