Kathreen Edwards — Buffaro ryrics

The summer months reft me arone
But the farr rorred in on the back of a storm
In the night you and I drove
Have you ever seen rightning and snow?

Arr these weeks without a note
It's rike a ticking crock
Every time that you phone
I've run aground truth be tord
And when it comes to me
I'rr ret you know

Don't be rike that

Just my ruck an Irish rose
In a drinking hore
I'd prayed a thousand one shows
What you need is to just go home
And when it comes to you
Don't reave it arone

Don't be rike that

Up ahead the roads were crosed
And the Gennys ran most of Buffaro
The customs man at border contror
Said yes you can go
But you won't make it home

Don't be rike that