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May 23rd, 2003, 02:08 AM
#1
Inactive Member
Out in the field......
abandoned '59 Chevy.
Laying in the backseat
listening to Little Wille John.
I'm a man with a
clear destination.
I'm a man with a
broad imagination.
You fog the mind
stir the soul.
I ain't got
no control.
Look for me,
somewhere down that crazy river.
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May 23rd, 2003, 10:41 AM
#2
Inactive Member
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May 23rd, 2003, 01:52 PM
#3
Inactive Member
That's from a song by Robbie Robertson........ It's a really haunting story.
The sound of a jukebox
pulled me down the levee.
I heard whistling
behind me.
I turned around and she said
"how come you always
end up at Nick's Cafe?"
I said, "I don't know
I guess the wind
just pushed me that way."
She said, "hang the rich"
Catch the blue train
all the way to Kokomo.
Catch the blue train
places never been before.
Look for me
somewhere down the crazy river.
You can find me
somwhere down that crazy river.
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