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Peter Mulvey - The Knuckleball Suite lyrics
It's a warm summer evening, I can just hear the Knuckleball Suite It's a warm summer evening, I can just hear the Knuckleball Suite The clover hums along and little rain clouds are finding their feet This town is a talisman, it's a vanishing breed Yhis whole town is a talisman, it is a vanishing breed And our song is a first chair viola, lost in the wings Billy C is drinking sandyman port down at the old cafe Billy C is drinking sandyman port down at the old cafe The little river goes by slow tonight, the little river likes it that way Sal is barefoot in the backyard, calling out to that star above the pines Barefoot in the backyard, she's calling out to the star, the one above the pines And tonight, the star answers, says 'Sal, you are the wine, you are the wine' Yeah, that Franklin is the ace, the third twin, he's a while at sports Yeah that Franklin is the ace; the third twin, he's a while at sports He's going down to the old cafe, he's gonna sit with Bill and learn to drink sandyman ports And it's a warm summer evening I can just hear the Knuckleball Suite And it's a warm summer evening I can just hear the Knuckleball Suite The clover hums along and little rain clouds are finding their feet The clover hums along, these summer evenings where we used to meet On these warm summer evening where we once and again shall all meet Don'tcha think we shall all meet We shall |
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