Flamingo

The place where I was born is a vague memory Like the flakes in the snow of a broke-down TV It could be in the big city or in a beautiful dell With a red corn silo or a broken church bell Here we go The girls would all be pretty and the men quiet and strong The autumn is beautiful and the summer not too long Rains of May would come pouring like the Genesis flood Left the old pink flamingo face down in mud Here we go Well, the last thing I'll do before I call it quits Is probably dream just a little bit But nothing too hard on my sweet fadin' mind 'Cause everything, everything's gonna be just fine Everything, everything gonna be just fine Everything, everything gonna be just fine Everything, everything gonna be just fine Everything, everything gonna be just fine