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(Bill Fries, Chip Davis)

Well, I found him on the corner of Seventh and Main
In the Iowa township of Sloan (Township of Sloan...)
He's tired,
never dreamt
That he held the world in his grip
Helen, the face that launched a thousand ships
Helen, the face that launched a thousand ships

From
And the four of us went to see a picture show
Yeah, I took 'em to the drive-in the-a-ter over by Pisgah, to see True Grit
Saw the late, late show; old Sloan hit
Who could have done it?
Who could have done it
And I wonder where's the cook and her knife
Madam, said Adam, with his wife by his side, 
It was
Who could have done it?
Who could have done it
And I wonder where's the cook and her knife
Madam, said Adam, with his wife by his side, 
It was
the grass turn green
'Cause the little love you gave me
Was more than I had seen

Helen, it hurts when I try to be strong
When most of the reasons for livin'
dirt at me
I walked outside as they hurled dirt at me

Went to visit Helen by St. Helen's Park
That place used to frighten me now all I can see
Was
and Music by Helen Taylor 
And May H. Morgan ( a.k.a. Brahe ), 1927
(J. Ferguson/Sloan)

Well you've got your bags together
And you're off into the new world
The mother is impatient
With four sons
She wanted four
Living life everyday, by what comes up
Yeah, I’m working on some things
Getting my weight up
I’m Helen Keller to the hate
I’m sayin’, “What?, what?,
outside, I couldn't believe my eyes
He was in Bill's arms breathin hard and french kissin

I was ready for Mary, Susan, Helen and Jane
When all the time
Mississippi
But I was walking down Chelsea Bayou
It takes you by surprise the places you find yourself in
One minute you're here
Next minute you're there
on some nation's fate.

Hypnotized by Batman, Tarzan, still surprised!
You've won the West in time to be our guest
Name your prize!

Drop of wine,
on some nation's fate.

Hypnotized by Batman, Tarzan, still surprised!
You've won the West in time to be our guest
Name your prize!

Drop of wine,
ass bitch in Dead Presidents
Add on, the billboard sloan
Check it now, you get the gold dick award
It's like jail, and it's the sixth floor
Test me,
to your new junior senator:

Hollywood's often tried to mix
Show business with politics
From Helen Gahagan
To Ronald Reagan?
But Mr. Murphy is
and the feel 
Of a real live girl 

Nothing can beat getting swept off your feet 
By a real live girl 
Dreams of you but don't compare with a hunk
and walls I've caressed

A stage is like each bolt of wood
Like a, like a log of Helen, is my pleasure
I would measure the success of a night by the way,
Of a real live girl
Nothing can beat getting swept off your feet
By a real live girl
Dreams of you but don't compare with a hunk
Of a real live girl
Maybe we'll make Texas by the morning
Light the bayou with our taillights in the night
Eight hundread miles to El Paso from the state line
And we
and the feel 

Of a real live girl 
Nothing can beat getting swept off your feet 
By a real live girl 
Dreams of you but don't compare with a hunk
blue-eyed curls of gold
Helen, no one there to be seen
The sun light looks down,
Stripped bear to the ground
Held by the leaves

[Chorus:]
Been crowded
Or helen girlie brown
Or some other cultural figure
We don't know a lot about

It's been years since I moved away
But at christmas I come home
And I
and the feel 
Of a real live girl 

Nothing can beat getting swept off your feet 
By a real live girl 
Dreams of you but don't compare with a hunk
Words by Jen Foster & Kathy Scott
Music by Jen Foster

Second grade, Billy Simms
Playing out by the jungle gym
All the boys laughed at him
For some