Listen to my story. Got two tales to tell. One of fallen glory. One of vanity The world's roof was raging. But we were looking fine. 'Cause we built that thing and it grew wings. In 1959 Wisdom
His father died and left him a little farm in New England. All the long black funeral cars left the scene. And the boy was just standin' there alone. Lookin' at the shiny red tractor. Him and his