MURDER, POLITICS, AND THE END OF THE JAZZ AGE
by Michael Wolraich
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MURDER, POLITICS, AND THE END OF THE JAZZ AGE by Michael Wolraich Order today at Barnes & Noble / Amazon / Books-A-Million / Bookshop |
I am out of my mind in Carolina
Cant you find any sign of me
Cant you just find my SUV
Aint it just like a friend of mine
To stop coverin' my behind
Crazy lost in Carolina outta my mind
Aint gonna take no stimulus
Yet solid citizens are now screamin
When is their ship a gonna come in
Silver tears appear, now I'm cryin
Yes, crazy lost in Carolina outta my mind
Yes I used to be the Govna' of Carolina
There aint no doubt in no one's mind
No whispers for me, warm and kind
And I left no note, no proof of dyin
Crazy lost in Carolina, outta my mind
I am out of my mind in South Carolina
Cant you find any sign of me
Cant you just find my SUV
Aint it just like a friend of mine
To stop coverin' my behind
Yes crazy lost in Carolina outta my mind
Dark and silent last night
I think I might have heard the highway calling
Geese in flight
and dogs that bite
Signs that might be omens say I going, going
Crazy lost in Carolina outta my mind
Supposed to run for president
With a whole host of others standing round me
Still I'm on the dark side of the moon
And it seems like it goes on like this forever
You must forgive me
Crazy lost in Carolina outta my mind
I am out of my mind in Carolina
Cant you find any sign of me
Cant you just find my SUV
Aint it just like a friend of mine
To stop coverin' my behind
Crazy lost in Carolina outta my mind*
Real sorry about this James Taylor, I could not help it.