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