April, June and Montana
All the Rest eat Peanut Butter,
Except for my Grandmother..
She rides a Motorcycle
One of the Moldy Oldies from the past...prolly started in a local mental institution
April, June and Montana
All the Rest eat Peanut Butter,
Except for my Grandmother..
She rides a Motorcycle
One of the Moldy Oldies from the past...prolly started in a local mental institution
Thirty days has September
April, June, and county jails
Thirty days maybe I can remember
Just where I went wrong
Just where I failed
Oh Warden Luck, he locked me up
And threw away the key
And sentenced me to heavy thinking
For thirty days, thirty days
There was a time when I did believe
That I could recall every day I had lived
But then that joyride became a landslide
And I got buried alive in here
I used to wake up anxious each morning
Time, it was nothing I'd ever want to kill
But now the first day of every month's just
Another paycheck and a bunch of bills
For thirty days I am a prisoner
In thirty days I'm an escapee
For I shall tunnel out of all this trouble
I shall be free in thirty days
Well it's been a bad month, my friend
And last month was not so hot either
The wind got knocked out of my sails
And I don't want to fight
I just want, I just want a breather
So God created the earth and heaven
In only seven days, they say
And on that seventh day he rested
Oh, but I heard it another way
I heard that he got drunk and lonely
Created trouble, left town alone
Each thirty days he shoots out the full moon
Just to remind us, we're on our own
For thirty days has September
And I could use a day or two
For life's a mystery I shall remember
Without a clue, thirty days
Yes life's a mystery I shall remember
For thirty days, thirty days...
"Thirty Days" - The Rainmakers
And I found that hope and a lucky card
were all I had to walk with me...
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