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Talk Radio

1. Pour a cup of coffee pull up a chair
Turn on Talk Radio
It's 5:00 o'clock and the birds are up
And there's really no place to go
Every other week I do my time
In an unemployment line
And I just thank God for the Government cheese
And these friends of mine.

2. I raised two children in the south of town
Down below the hill
The wife and I put them both through school
Working in the mill
Now the wife is dead and the kids are gone
And I'm existing still
Like the granite block that harbors space upon the hill.

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I started work when I was sixteen
Young and eager, wet and green
A lean, mean, laboring machine, consumed in American dreams
Yet in these golden years, yet to realize what that means

3. I got a son in California
Got a letter that says he's fine
Got a picture on my dresser
Got medals all in the shrine
The youngest was a rebel
Wouldn't follow protocol
My first son's name's in Washington upon the wall

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Away, they fly away,
Like robins in the Fall
When the grass has gone to hay
We stay behind, In God we trust
And they'll return in Spring
If they haven't turned to dust.

4. There's a dozen wars or so
Going on all the time
Of every creed and color
Some father's son lay dying
Pour a cup of coffee, pull up a chair
Turn on talk radio
The old timers are picking bones
I don't feel so all alone

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