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4th of July

You gotta have the right tools

For every job so I invite myself in

Through a hole in the fence

I am tripping through the junkyardScanning over the piles

The thin cats raise their skin in defense

I know he's watching me

I can see him through the cracksHis eyes are small and shy on my back

He says his name is Jason

He lives in the last trailer on the right

And he'll be seven on the 4th of JulyOnly the people who live here

Know the name of this place

My path through Iowa would be

Hard to trace all the adults in this townTry not to frown

When I walk by

But Jason smiled at me

He met my eyeHe don't ask me where I'm from

Or why I came here alone

We all go looking for paradise

Then we go back homeWe cut out the small talk

Go right to the way things are

He showed me his squirrel skull

I told him I locked myself out of my carSo there goes the only friend

I have in Iowa

His hand flapping behind him

Waving goodbyeHis name is Jason

He lives in the last trailer on the right

And he'll be seven

On the 4th of July

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