When I was a child, my mother said to me
You canít spend all your days alone In the shade of a cherry tree
My brother cut the roof off a Lincoln, cause his doctor said lose some weight
And the tape of Buck Owens, my hair was blowing,
as they drove from the garden state to the lights of the golden gate
Iíve been missing you, so listen, id like to ask you could you drive to town?
And Iíve been thinking about your Lincoln continental with the sunroof down
When the kid came down from Lennox, yeah, yawning was the talk of the town
A real high roller, a self-promoter, said the band was the best around
He said I got a little money from the performing; I bought a new suit and hat
I said, "Performing what?," you said, "Classic stuff Ricky Hayes and Virginia scat."
I said, "Who the hell is that?"
But I can play a little old time fiddle; we can start a little country band.
And I was thinking in your Lincoln we can bum around the promise land
And the world will open up for us
at least I brought our broken cup(?)
Probation officer john Collins was a paranoid psychopath
He had to paint the fence by the roller rink for the committee of industrial trash
You canít find the business end of a rifle
Youíre the devil from an Irish saint
I said I got no cares in those affairs what I was, what I am, or ain't
I got a lot of fence to paint
I've got no loving all because I got in from crossing lines
You got me thinking, even Lincoln, must have felt a little lost sometime
And the world will open up for us
at least I brought our broken cup