Lyrics:
If you guys know it
I heard you like to go out late at night
Dance around the amber of the southern lights
Knew you were home by a creak in
In The final days of summer, 1944,
With just a humble band of gold,
They set out to find the future, not a
Penny to their name.
Still with
By the shores of old Lake Michigan
Where the hawk wind blows so cold
An old Cub fan lay dying
In his midnight hour, the toll
Around his bed,
Summer
Summer
No matter what day it is
Summer
Summer
Summer
Summer
Summer
No matter what day it is
Lovely
Summertime it be
Boy I want you
To come with
Oh
Money on my mind
Money, money on my mind
Throw it, throw it up
Watch it fall out from the sky
Throw it up, throw it up
Watch it all fall out
Summer evening breezes bloom
Drawing voices deep from you
Led by a beating heart
What a year and what a night
What terryifying final sights
Put out
Summer was meant for a hay ride
Fall was meant for stroll
Spring was made for an Easter parade
But winter, winter, winter
What a night
What
that it piece of you is gone every time he done wrong
I'm the shoulder you're crying on
And I hope by the time that I'm done with this song, I figure out
the meadow
King Harvest has surely come
Dry summer, then comes fall
Which I depend on most of all
Hey, rainmaker, can't you hear the call?
Please let
duh
Da da da da da da duh
Leavin' home on a Greyhound bus
Cast out by the ones he loves
A victim of these gay days it seems
Da da da da da da
know that summer's coming back
And I can't wait to try to relax
And when the summer's rain falls on my face
I hope I feel ok
I hope I'm ok
Yeah I wanna
And by the time I hit the highway
She called to tell me goodnight one more time
And she'd say, "Love you, miss you, mean it
Boy, I'll see you when I'm
that it piece of you is gone every time he done wrong
I'm the shoulder you're crying on
And I hope by the time that I'm done with this song, I figure out
them all
Victim of what said should be
A servant 'til I fall
Soldier boy, made of clay
Now an empty shell
Twenty-one, only son
But he served us
handle my business
Any city, any town, touch down, I do my thing
I'm a hustler, baby, I provide by any means
I'm a great conversation, you should know
by the same rules
What is a man to be selling this?
Make this Summer long
Make this Summer long
Make this Summer long
Make this Summer long
We could
the meadow
King Harvest has surely come
Dry summer, then comes fall
Which I depend on most of all
Hey, rainmaker, can't you hear the call?
Please let
field, summer's light and a head full of stars. Shadows form by the agency of deception. Years you took from me. Arrows, I took for you. No room for us,
Stewball over
He's the diamond of the land and he rolls around in clover
Bet on Stewball, my boy, and you might win, oh, you'll win
Bet on Stewball, my boy
Sittin' up on the roof
Sneakin' a smoke by the chimney
Checkin' out the moon
And the city lights
He takes off his flannel shirt and he
Drapes it
Take me to the beach on a cool night
We can lay here and watch the skylights
Taking in the world as it goes by
Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh
Got me out here in
came home from Rikers
Shout out to BP, Thugga, Flow and Fail Boy
My flow Lucifer, I spit hell boy
My heart numb, ain’t no pain I can’t withstand
And I
glimpse of life
The voices screaming were not loud enough
To overcome the sound of death
Enshrouded by
Eternal dusk
The paradox of life
It requires death
them all
Victim of what said should be
A servant 'til I fall
Soldier boy, made of clay
Now an empty shell
Twenty one, only son
But he served us
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