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Birds on a Telephone Wire
Carrie Newcomer
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Laura Lee, Bruce and me
Hangin' out under that old maple tree
Those hot, humid afternoons
Discussing things we'd hear and see
On the radio and on NBC
We ran away more when off to school
On the edge of the burning highway
The TV's on the lawnmower through but then
There's enough bacon on those big steel skies
To break your heart but keep your eyes from crying
Walking down those old dirty halls
Where the black boys strut and the white boys try to look taller
I was just trying to keep my profile low
Oh, oh, oh
Don't get caught with your hand in the cookie jar
Don't you be wishing on any old silver star
They'll get caught in the schoolyard after dark
They would
Spy smiles pulled away the pretty girls walk past
Lying in bed listening to the radio talk
And Mary Lou Jack in the summertime
Humming the tunes when you don't know all the lines
Try and you just keep on trying
But something inside you is afraid of dying
There's something in you just keeps on aching
Something in your heart keeps on breaking
Lying back watching clouds arrange
In those big steel skies you can't hardly contain
Bruce and Laura jump through hoops of fire
But I'm still sitting here listening to birds on the telephone wire
I'm still sitting here listening to birds on the telephone wire
I'm still sitting here listening to birds on the telephone wire
I'm still sitting here listening to birds on the telephone wire