Irene

Last night I dreamed that we were back
down by the railroad tracks
smoking Marlboro cigarettes
we threw our shoes into the river
and our mothers called each other, wondering where the kids were
'cause they woke up and we were gone
we were running down the parkway singing some old gypsy song

Goodnight Irene, Goodnight Irene
I swear this world ain't as sad as the papers make it seem
and in the morning we'll all be fine
so if you're scared darling, put your little hand in mine

All the grown ups standing in the other room
they were talking about money
and what's happening on the news
but we were laughing about nothing
we were sitting in the kitchen drinking rum
and eating dandelion soup
and it was true
we didn't give a damn that we could fill an ocean with the things we never knew

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I was sleeping in the back of the bar
with my head on Mama's shoulder
and my Elvis playing cards
All the old men
they were smoking and drinking
the band was playing
my daddy's singing

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