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time blues
You and me together can do whatever we want to
Oh baby got the spring time blues

You and me are sitting under the old oak tree
Who could have

we'd try to park it

We'd talk Stephen Hawking, astrophysics
We'd talk life and death and heaven bullshit
We'd talk about the future, never to come true

You're going home, across the fields and rivers
You're going home, across the ocean wide
To the shade of an oak tree in old New Jersey
Where

Oak what it is. And, what it is, is that immaculate dirty south southern shit. Last night I was trappin’ white, but this right here’s butter bitch.

breaking through tonight
Well she just tipped over the mighty oak ripped it out of the ground no it weren’t no joke
Missed our house by just 2 feet it’s

heart?
The other day when you kissed your lover
Hot coffee and the trees in the park

You lie so easy
But you say you love me
It's the cliché of a broken

day when you kissed your lover
Hot coffee and the trees in the park

You lie so easy
But you say you love me
It's the cliché of a broken heart
Seems so

as I'd be by her side

And one September day we went walking in the park
Words were flowing sharing the stories of our lives

It was the last time that I

as I'd be by her side

And one September day we went walking in the park
Words were flowing sharing the stories of our lives

It was the last time that I

Standing at the Gate
Of a boarded house I should have seen before
Hid amongst the oaks
With the rows of houses built after the war
The roof is

Between the tall oaks 

cnd a few southern pines 

Down a dirt road 

Past the rusty welcome sign 

It don't look like much 

Just a group of double

Between the tall oaks 

And a few southern pines 

Down a dirt road 

Past the rusty welcome sign 

It donu0027t look like much 

Just a group

Walkin' Cathy in the park down on Main Street
Hand-in-hand, skipping stones, what a real treat
Layin' down underneath the big ol' oak tree
Tryin'

Church (Church, Church, Church, Church, Church)
Yeah, okay

Eh, I be posted up in park, fumes comin' out my shit exhaust
Yellow lights just

One hand on the steering wheel,
put the car in park
I’ve been thinkin’ ‘bout tryin’ to pray
Under the oak in the backyard

If you’d like to join me,

[Verse 1]
Lights in the sky, what could it be?
Strange glowing orbs over the old oak tree
Rednecks runnin', shoutin' ""Oh my stars!""
Aliens landed

And flying in the crows lingers but a moment 
In the graveyard oaks, yet inside me it never stops 
So I can't tell who is chasing, who chased
I can sleep into

isn't a fake (no fakes)
I love to row boat with you and your wife on Central Park lake
She goes to Opera and stays wide awake (yes, I do)
That's why this

I Guess It's Time [Acoustic]

Josh Abbott Band

Scapegoat

2008

I'm sitting under pine and oak trees
Waiting on a summer breeze
To cool me down
I think I've been up since dawn
Your memories carry on
Without

Verse 1:
In the park, we gather 'round,
Playing and singing, such a joyful sound,
With friends so dear, under the big oak tree,
We count and laugh,

I'll sing you a song of
The Cloisters if you hark
I'll sing of the Cloisters in Fort Tryon Park
Where I used to go in the month of June
To listen

alive
right around midnight
pull up to Parkside 
now is a good time
everyone come alive

the Mighty Oak is the label
for every day I stay grateful 
not

that
Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Old
Oh, Oh, Oh, Old
Give me that
Old Time Gold Mine
Give me that back in the day
Boombox in the park, pop-lock
Popping wheelies in

that the blue bomber comes for his mark
But no one stops the ranger in his nature park

(A HIDE AS STRONG AS BARK!)

I swear that I will protect