Paroles The Knuckleball Suite de Peter Mulvey

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Textes et Paroles de The Knuckleball Suite



It's a warm summer evening, I can just hear the Knuckleball Suite
It's a warm summer evening, I can just hear the Knuckleball Suite
The clover hums along, the little rain clouds finding their feet

Oh this town is a talisman, it is a vanishing breed
Oh this town is a talisman, it is a vanishing breed
And its song is a first chair viola lost in the weeds

Billy C. is drinking Sandeman Port down at the old cafe
Billy C. is drinking Sandeman Port down at the old cafe
And the river goes by slowly, the river likes it that way

Sally's barefoot in the backyard calling out to that star above the pines
Sally's barefoot in the backyard calling out to that star above the pines
And for once that star answers, it says, "Sal, you are the wine, you are the wine"

That Franklin is the ace, the third twin, he's a wily sport
That Franklin is the ace, the third twin, he's a wily sport
Going to the old cafe to sit with Bill and drink that Sandeman Port

It's a warm summer evening, I can just hear the Knuckleball Suite
It's a warm summer evening, I can just hear the Knuckleball Suite
The clover hums along, the little rain clouds are finding their feet

The clover hums along, these summer evenings are where we used to meet
Oh, these warm summer evenings are where we once and again shall all meet

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