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  1. Clover Street
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Lyrics

As I get to thinking back
You know we grew up by the railroad tracks
And now I like all them old train songs
After walking those tracks for so damn long

Well I don’t get back there much
Most of us have fallen out of touch
And it’s often hard to make any sense
Speaking of those days now in the past tense

Never fell off any cliffs in the rye
Amidst the fields where the crows would fly
Where we filled Mason jars with fireflies
While running alongside those ghosts of the mines

And back there on Clover Street
Where the Shamrock Hotel and the railroad meet
Shadows still throw rocks and climb those trees
Throughout a never-ending game of “Home Free“

Never fell off any cliffs in the rye
Amidst the fields where the geese would fly
Where we filled Mason jars with fireflies
While running alongside those ghosts of the mines

Walking my lab through pastures of hay
Dad working on cars in the alleyway
Our forts and fires and lines in the stream
Baseball in the parking lot with the same ol’ teams

Well, never fell off any cliffs in the rye
Amidst the fields where the crows would fly
Where we filled Mason jars with fireflies
While running alongside those ghosts of the mines

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