Fire At The Pageant by Felice Brothers
Harlan's papa wouldn't stay in the ground
Dead and buried and he walked into town
Lord God, what is Ma to do?
Mama's so mad cause he muddied up his suit
Caught in a thorn bush, blowin on a flute
Lord God, what is Ma to do?
12456789Thousand,
Everybody calm down please stop shouting
Go on the run call 911
Calm down, calm down, calm down
James: 12456789Thousand, Ian: Fire, Fire at the pageant
Would everybody calm down please stop shouting
Go on the run call 911
Calm down, calm down, calm down
If he did drive into town
Everyone would stand around, and stare
Harlan's girl would catch a glimpse
In the mirror as she crimps her hair
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