The Long Beds: Listen

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Sally’s got a trailer at the edge of town
Runny-nosed kid sleeping on the couch
Living on beans and American cheese
Could be worse, could be the end of the dream

Junior year, Fourth of July
Thousand pounds of Black Cat across the sky
Everybody oohed and everybody aahed
Sally and Jack were watching from behind the garage

The last boom boomed and the sky went dark
Jack drove off to find a place to park
No road map, no wedding ring
Frantic love, hell, it was a beautiful thing

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Time long gone and love long spent
Souls washed out and hearts caved in
Happy ever after left this town
Running down a road without a turnaround

Making tin cans on the graveyard shift
Christmas wrapped in a credit slip
Sometimes she stands at the trailer door
Takes a deep breath says Lord, I can’t do it no more

‘Cause Jack did the right thing the first two years
Last thing she heard he lived south of here
Sometimes at night she hates that man
Thinks about the boy, figures she’d do it again.

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Sometimes at night she thinks about
All them dreams that never worked out
Like bridges burned
Long before the river was crossed
The smoke still hangs
In the corners of her heart
A woman and a child
And a man
Long gone.

Twelve more payments on a broke-down Ford
Trunk won’t close, you can’t open the door
Some folks would dream of a long limousine
Sally would settle for a little change in scene.

Dirty little secret about a mobile home
They haul it in on the open road
Detach the hitch and roll the wheels away
Home sweet home, guess who’s here to stay.

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