ready to bail ...
the world gets watered like a dry flower pot.
no doubt of it pouring.
tension means no traffic ... a big lacka.
a train sounding comfort.
lacka, lacka, lacka.
come-a rocka my,
Come-a rocka my boat.
poetry - jack sender - all of my life
ready to bail ...
the world gets watered like a dry flower pot.
no doubt of it pouring.
tension means no traffic ... a big lacka.
a train sounding comfort.
lacka, lacka, lacka.
come-a rocka my,
Come-a rocka my boat.
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