The Ballad of sam McCully
On a plane from New York City
Bound to Caroline
Sam McCully, sittin' pretty
With a slow gin and a smile
Gonna do it all up right
Gonna get to town, in style
Oh, now Sammy boy he's a dreamer
He's got a huge pie way up in the sky
Headin for the party baloons and streamers
That are blowin across his mind
Philosophy and dimentia
On the boundries, we stand behind
And he's off the plane
Down in Charlotte
With a cool act toward the uniform at the gates
Robin Hood at the bow stands by
With a parcel in his cape
A taxi to some old friends
Couldn't make the deal and take the cake
Now there's a thousand, smiling faces
And a million, laughing eyes
Startled look and wondering_______
As we learned to realize
Truth is false, What's false is true
Relative to the soul found deep inside
When he first came in, through the window
What was the first thing that she said
Couldn't have forgot the thoughts and notions
That were dancing through your head
Memory it is the key
To the trick on us, that's being played
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