Permanent Hole
Cotton blossom, you'll be forgotten
You're picked and clipped & then you rot away
Somethin tells me this is not your day
August harvest
Hole in the garden
You're smiling smiling never wants to say
Nothing nothing gets me on my way
Here, gone, all day long
Burnin' in the sunshine
Runnin' with an old time friend
Autor(es): THOMAS JAMES FEC
