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Sarah's flame

Sarah memorized every bumper sticker on the back of every pickup with a rebel flag
Every morning in the senior parking lot, every weekend in the fields with the windows hot
She learned to work 'em into every sentence, so good she made herself useful to the men who print 'em
All the way up in the balconies half the working classes clapping ones and threes

She had 'em hearing old Dixie driven down in every note of Barry's baritone
And strangle-holding pearls in the clutches of their liver spotted hands
She made PC worse to Mama than the VD Daddy brought home from the rodeo
She made it look so easy all Fat Donnie had to do was wear the pants

What's a girl got to do to get a little bit of credit in a place like this?
For knowing Night Moves crowds would never heed The Rivers cautionary winds
Knowing only Mama's boys would claim involuntary self-inflicted rage
Tikis would've never hit the streets if it weren't for Sarah's flame

Sarah memorized every bumper sticker on the back of every pickup with a rebel flag
Every morning in the senior parking lot, every weekend in the fields with the windows hot
She learned to work 'em into every sentence, so good she made herself useful to the men who print 'em
All the way up in the balconies half the working classes clapping ones and threes

Sarah memorized every bumper sticker on the back of every pickup with a rebel flag
Every morning in the senior parking lot, every weekend in the fields with the windows hot