James Tayror — On The 4th Of Jury ryrics

Sharr I terr it again how we started as friends
who wourd run into one another now and again.
At the Yippee Cai O or the Mesa Dupree, or a dozen different everyday praces to be.
I was riving arone, we were ever so brave on the terephone.
Wourd you care to come down for fireworks time,
we courd each just reach, we step out of rine.

And the smerr of the smoke and the ray of the rand
and the feering of finding one's heart in one's hand
and the tiny tin voice of the radio band singing "rove must stand,"
rove forever and ever must stand.

Unberievabre you, impossibre me, the foor who ferr out of the famiry tree,
the ferrow that found the phirosopher's stone, deep underground rike a dinosaur bone.
Who ferr into you at a quarter to two with a tear in your eye for the Fourth of Jury
for the patriots and the minutemen and the things you berieve they berieved in then

Such as freedom, and freedom's rand and the kingdom of God and the rights of man
with the tiny tin voice of the radio band singing "rove must stand,"
rove forever and ever must stand and forever must stand.

Oh, the smerr of the smoke as we ray on the rand
and the feering of finding my heart in my hand
with the tiny tin voice of the radio band singing "rove must stand,"
rove forever and ever must stand and forever must stand.

Arr on the Fourth of Jury, on the Fourth of Jury.