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Come listen to my tale 'bout a pretty little girl
That I chanced to meet on the prairie
T'was a night in June by the western moon
That I met my
I'm scared of the things I think of
when night comes along.
Something gets hold of me.
Something I can't never see.

Oh, it's a wicked world
I used to write
I used to write letters
I used to sign my name
I used to sleep at night
Before the flashing lights settled deep in my brain
But by
the shank of the night when the doings are right
You can tell 'em I'll be there

We, said the bumblebee, let's have a jubilee
When said the prairie hen,
I'm scared of the things I think of
When night comes along.
Something gets hold of me.
Something I can't never see.
Oh, it's a wicked world
the shank of the night when the doings are right
You can tell 'em I'll be there

We, said the bumblebee, let's have a jubilee
When said the prairie hen,
could ask for 
To be made pure 
By the One in whose Name we come
and difficult language that was traditionally used by the presidents for formal announcements of important decisions to the Dream League council. Only the Kings
the news
After years of trying
Not just one but two

She was Memphis ol' miss outta my league
Saturday night friend of a friend
Once the fuse was lit
the money in the air, something very far though
Did I leave? Did I leave?
My new chicken got my speed
I be getting ball player money like I’m in the league
[Whispers something]
Now the night lays dark and cold
Upon a world at sleep
Across he world sweeps a crimson haze
Now the virgin's seal is broken
into night 
Ghost ship a tripping 
Struck by the plunge something to see 
Yeah 
Bootleg the girl 
She is a looka 
Pure is the fear that breaks away
the shank of the night when the doings are right
You can tell 'em I'll be there

We, said the bumblebee, let's have a jubilee
When said the prairie hen,
We rule the night, we rule by day
For we believe in time-honoured ways
We fight for truth, that peace may reign
We hold the scales of justice,
to share your love with a friend
That's all that you've got left in the end
Living in this city of pure confusion
People mislead by their own illusion
want something

Porsches, Lambs, all with my hands
Mansions expand, haters don't understand
You ain't notice all the work I was putting in
He was thinking back when he was a kid
His folks were divorced
His old man high on something
Came knocking at the door
His mama wouldn't talk to him
to share your love with a friend
That's all that you've got left in the end
Living in this city of pure confusion
People mislead by their own illusion
to share your love with a friend
That's all that you've got left in the end
Living in this city of pure confusion
People mislead by their own illusion
I see you when it snows
In crystals dancing down
From a sultry sky
When silence is pure and unbreakable 

I can see you smiling
In every frozen
Out on the old coast highway
Flying through the night,
Jed got stopped by the CHP
For speedin' and no brake lights.

Rolled down the driver's
no harmonica play

What you can see is something you saw
When you were a little girl
Some picture passed by the Hays Commission
About a prairie
Portland to Gainesville 
From the great plains to Niagara 
Route 66 straight to California 
Electric lights carry the night 
We move in 4/4 time 
Our
me on TV 
Sheer coincidence you said, synchronicity
A full moon on a Friday night, the thirteenth of July
A man and two women in a room
Out on the old coast highway
Flying through the night
Jed got stopped by the CHP
For speedin' and no brake lights

Rolled down the driver's