From Fall to May

Oh, how I miss the golden grain,
now in some winter sad.
I drove the car clear up to Maine,
just tryin’ to make you mad.

What’s left of this lonesome pain,
Tell me, what’s left of dad?
I wish the house’d go up in flames,
it wouldn’t be so bad.

The bank tore the house in two,
Ya wanna run away?
I miss ma, how ’bout you?
I know, nuthin’ left to say.

And I had a favorite color too.
Yours brought in the day.
The irony is the color’s blue
Sad from fall to may.

I’m sad from fall to may.

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