We went down that ole country road
with the window's rolled down
and my sleeves rolled up
Looking for a cool place to play
We found a creek,
by a turn in the road
no one for miles
we were all alone
And there it stopped, my mind left me
sitting hot and dry.
I saw the moon, the clouds at night
but it did nothing, I could not write
Took a walk out by the shed
stood by the old oak tree
rubbed my rabbit's foot
but nothing would enter my head
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