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Audubon

アーティスト:C.W. McCall  アルバム:Rubber Duck 

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Well, I was born in a town called Audubon Southwest Iowa, right where it oughta been Twenty-three houses, fourteen saloons, And a feed mill in nineteen-thirty. Had a neon sign, said "Squealer Feeds" And the bus came through when they felt the need And they stopped at a place there in town called The Old Home Cafe Now my daddy was a music lovin' man He stood six-foot-seven, had big ol' hands He'd lost two fingers in a chainsaw but he could still play the violin And Mom played piana, just the keys in the middle And Dad played a storm on his three-fingered fiddle 'Cause that's all there was to do back there folks, except ta go downtown and watch haircuts So I was raised on Dust Bowl tunes, you see Had a six-tube radio an' no TV It was so dog-goned hot I had to wet the bed in the summer just to keep cool. Yeah, many's a night I'd lay awake A-waitin' for a distant station break Just a-settin' and a-wettin' an' a-lettin' that radio fry. Well, I listened to Nashville and Tulsa and Dallas And Oklahoma City gave my ear a callus And I'll never forget them announcers at three A.M. They'd come on an' say "Friends, there's many a soul who needs us "So send them letters an' cards ta Jesus "That's J-E-S-U-S friends, in care a' Del Rio, Texas." But the place I remember, on the edge a' town Was the place where you really got the hard-core sound Yeah, a place where the truckers used ta stop on their way to Dees Moins There was signs all over them windowsills Like "If the Devil don't get ya, then Roosevelt will" And "The bank don't sell no beer, and we don't cash no checks." Now them truckers never talked about nothin' but haulin' And the four-letter words was really appallin' They thought them home-town gals was nothin' but toys for their amusement. Rode Chevys and Macks and big ol' stacks


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