Four in the afternoon I should be up and gone soon. This is the shirt that I 'm wearing out. Torn at the elbow from too much football and one size too small all around. Stretched shoulder to shoulder, a stretch from soda to soda. And I slept to the radio over the wind in the morning. I 'm turned like an elbow; a slumber after parting. Red faced from too much sun in too many summers. And your state fair mirror of John Taylor saw the whole thing.
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