Oh, the first of August
Lying on the cold leaf ground
Coming out of focus
Colors slowly breaking down
Down the roadYou've been drawing, pictures ofWhere you go with the sweet wind
There'll be trees there that you know
So careful, not to harm them
Show them, make a letter home
Down the road
Where you shining
I've seen at the fork
Momma knows you've go, son
Sister's gonna miss when you go
Down the roadYou've been drawing, line by line
And the cold wind has been riding you
Riding you downAnd if it wears harder
Still steps in a winding dark
There is music, that you're raising
And you're own, little baby
Is waiting, and oh, to think
That you were right
And don't you think, that you were right
Momma knows you've gotta go, son
Sister's gonna miss you, when you go
See the sun on the other side
On the first August
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