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Stevie's Song

1. Looking back over the years
At a curly headed boy, with glasses
A dark complected child

Could never sit still, always looking out the window
And the teacher would yell
I always think of him lightly.

2. Could always be found, down River Mills Pond
With a fishing pole and wet shoes on
Christ, you fell in again, he'd laugh, oh well
And his grandmother would start yelling, and he'd run like hell
I always think of him laughingly

3. On those hot summer days
In the fields where we played, the clubhouses we made
I called him friend.
And alliance to the end, cigarette smoking
Was his only crime, he never had a dime
I always think of him lovingly

Tossed by the tide of misfortune then dried
Then tossed in again mercilessly
Scarred by the wife, that he loved more than life
As he threw out his hands at responsibility
Onward to Maine where he thought he could run
Ain't no place beneath the sun
Where a man can hide from himself
A broken-hearted man, shot by his hand

Looking back over the years
At a curly headed boy, with glasses
A dark complected child