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Country House
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Remember that country house we used to own The one with the busted fence We'd sit on our porches and greet all the passers by Not giving more than a glimpse In that little town off the border of Pittsburgh We knew every face, every smile, every laugh Remember the luster of a freshly dampened sidewalk How the children would purposely Splash Oh we worked in Señor Gonzales's shop Preparing the lunch after lunch Mrs. Petuna would give me a tip And say "keep the change, don't show your boss" On my way home, I'd pass Mark and his kids Playing with a round orange ball He and his kids have a big house with a sturdy yard Complete with a bathroom stall And the street boy is practicing violin On his way to Carnegie Hall When a hobo says "hi" to you Time to go inside for you That's when you'll get my call Get my call I heard on the local news That Joshua was arrested For stealing from the Ocean Fronteer Everyone had said that he was up to no good But no one expected such a sin Mark said he'd kill himself if his kids grew up to be like that That's cause' he raised them so well If he was joking or maybe just bragging I was not able to tell And a rock was thrown through my window last night And it landed near the foot of my couch And looked out my window And saw those Mexicans again Smoking and laughing and peeing on my house And the street boy is practicing violin On his way to Carnegie Hall When a hobo says "hi" to you Time to go inside for you That's when you'll get my call Get my call Oh, the good man is rich And the bad man is poor When we play this game And oh, the schoolbus is filled With a number of close Who live just the same Mr. Gonzales came into work one day He said that he was offered a job That's when I met Mrs. Self-Absorbed no one Who took the job of my new boss I couldn't afford to live all by myself So I moved in with Sally and Ken They seemed real nice but after a while It seemed like my old life again Forty years later, I started a business Selling small trinkets to Spain I live in Manhattan, I own my apartment And I have a little queen named Lorraine I got a phone call last week Got invited to a funeral But I didn't remember who died It turns out that Mark's son Had stolen a Mercedes And Mark had agreed what he'd promised to do And he was the last man in my home town So the memory left Arrup with him And the street boy is practicing violin On his way to Carnegie Hall When a hobo says "hi" to you Time to go inside for you That's when you'll get my call Get my call
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