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Caroline Herring lyrics : "The Dozens"

I had a few more questions
I never knew to ask
You were feeling downhearted

The last time we parted
With a shock of white hair
Life has changed a lot you know

And I'm kind of scared of that
It bottoms out in seconds flat


You said you had a good friend
He died so needlessly
Knocked over by a garbage truck

They threw him down
Then they picked him up
And your son was back home again

Your little boy and his children
He's fighting off a mean disease
That's killing off his faculties


Tell me a little joke
Let's play the dozens

Say something about my mama
In a veiled quadrille round
I'm just a white girl from a segregated town

And I'm looking for some answers
That I haven't found


I remember Memphis
Like it was yesterday
And a Ford station wagon

So full of us it was dragging
With your books in our grasping hands
We heard you speak

We made our plans
To hoist the flag and rule the world
All the hopes we had unfurled


Tell me a little joke
Let's play the dozens

Say something about my mama
In a veiled quadrille round
I'm just a white girl from a segregated town

And I'm looking for some answers
That I haven't found


I want to be just like you
I want to love first, I do
Look people in the eye

Make them feel good
Then I'll make them think
Just like you would


Y'all were off on a night stroll
Down the capitol boulevards

You were emboldening another son
Of this grand nation
I would vote for you for president

But you're floating with the butterflies
Soaring with the seagulls
Or the eagle as he takes the skies


Let's eat some democratic soup
And Eastern Market cheese

Meals with you and Cornelia
Were my most precious memories
I don't know what the hell to do

Please give me a little tap
Tell me I can take it
That I won't bottom out in seconds flat

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