Scenic drive from Auburn to Diamond Springs
American River sparkles under the bridge on this fine day of spring
To the left Sutter's Fort where they discovered gold to the right rolling vineyards and apple orchards
I just passed the bridge and the sign for the town Cool
No, but that sign was the last for the Tim Mooney ever took
Before he left the world back in Nevada City
It was the summer where we cried for his wife and his daughter Dixie
Second day of April home still decorated Christmas-y
The front lawn's been cut and the backyard has a fallen tree
Tomorrow my yard guy's gonna get back there and cut it to pieces
I'm on the front porch staring at this old dusty bible and I'm writing lyrics
And on the floors, an old pearloid accordion made by Hohner
Three gas lamps, two antique, and the other faux
And I'm out here and it feels good
(In this moment) In this moment
Writing words on my big, black Victorian wrap-around porch
Next we gotta be leaving maybe slightly but not so sadly gonna see Manny Pacquiao fight against Timothy Bradley
Where I predict Manny will lose by decision, suffering him to the fourth, five brains bashed in, his hangarounds keep winning
Then I'm going down to New Orleans for Gulf Coast oysters
That's right, baby, I'm living my dream
For the first moment I ever picked up guitar I knew my life would go down a different road than the kid next door
I hear the birds outside tweet, tweet, tweeting
And the cars along the highway off in the distance
I hear an owl up in the tree hoot, hoot, hoot, hooting
I hear a Spanish radio in the basement talk, talk, talking
American River sparkles under the bridge on this fine day of spring
To the left Sutter's Fort where they discovered gold to the right rolling vineyards and apple orchards
I just passed the bridge and the sign for the town Cool
No, but that sign was the last for the Tim Mooney ever took
Before he left the world back in Nevada City
It was the summer where we cried for his wife and his daughter Dixie
Second day of April home still decorated Christmas-y
The front lawn's been cut and the backyard has a fallen tree
Tomorrow my yard guy's gonna get back there and cut it to pieces
I'm on the front porch staring at this old dusty bible and I'm writing lyrics
And on the floors, an old pearloid accordion made by Hohner
Three gas lamps, two antique, and the other faux
And I'm out here and it feels good
(In this moment) In this moment
Writing words on my big, black Victorian wrap-around porch
Next we gotta be leaving maybe slightly but not so sadly gonna see Manny Pacquiao fight against Timothy Bradley
Where I predict Manny will lose by decision, suffering him to the fourth, five brains bashed in, his hangarounds keep winning
Then I'm going down to New Orleans for Gulf Coast oysters
That's right, baby, I'm living my dream
For the first moment I ever picked up guitar I knew my life would go down a different road than the kid next door
I hear the birds outside tweet, tweet, tweeting
And the cars along the highway off in the distance
I hear an owl up in the tree hoot, hoot, hoot, hooting
I hear a Spanish radio in the basement talk, talk, talking
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