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Autobiography
In my childhood trees were green And there was plenty to be seen
Come back early or never come
My father made the walls resound,
He wore his collar the wrong way round
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In my childhood trees were green And there was plenty to be seen
Come back early or never come
My father made the walls resound,
He wore his collar the wrong way round
I am standing in the cemetery at Byrds,
Texas
What did Judy say
"God-forsaken is beautiful, too