| My friend Theresa, she’s been in a lot of pain
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| Was there recently, had took up all the space in my brain
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| She lives there, by a cornfield
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| So was it the spray or was it the medication she took to get herself through
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| her day
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| We got into her car and we drove around
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| The Ohio roads that were flooded with rain on the ground
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| We got into a car and we drove around
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| «Teaser and the Firecat» and «Tea For the Tillerman» were in the background
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| When I was a kid, I kept toads and garter snakes
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| In the window well and they drowned when it rained
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| Before the snow came down in the winter
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| I dug a hole for my box turtle
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| He’d hibernate until Spring I’d come and get him
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| And I took her picture near a red fire hydrant near an old barn
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| And then we ate at Eadie’s Fish House in North Canton
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| And that night we watched Jimmy Buffet on Jimmy Fallon
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| And I went to sleep on her couch while she walked off to her bedroom
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| And I kissed her goodnight
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| And I looked at her tired eyes
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| With a sort of grace I walked to the toilet to cry
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| Because I remember when we were just young
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| Just young, young little kids
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| Before the heaviness of life took over every fucking thing
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| Because I remember when we were just young
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| Young, young little kids
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| Playing the Ouija board on a yellow card table in her mother’s basement
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| And when I’m walking down the Ohio roads
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| I remember all the turtles and snakes and the frogs and the toads
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| And all the ponds and lakes, the records and 8-track tapes
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| I loved Emerson Lake and Palmer’s Brain Salad Surgery but Eric Clapton’s
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| Slowhand gave me a fucking headache
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| And as I walk around the block that you live on
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| I see poetry in every inch of it
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| I see lightning bugs flicker at dusk
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| In the overgrown weeds at house being foreclosed on
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| And I walk over to the church at the intersection
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| Fluorescent blue painted handicapped parking spaces
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| And at the side of the road I see a dead groundhog laying on his back
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| And I walk over to him and there’s another groundhog nearby in the weeds
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| Breathing fast like he’s having a panic attack
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| My friend Theresa she’s been in so much pain
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| When I visit her, I do my best not to bitch or complain
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| So I goof around and I like to tell her dumb jokes
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| But underneath it all I’ve got a gnawing fear deep in my bones
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| Because someone I love is so sick and so tired and weak
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| I want to make her laugh because everything’s been so goddamn fucking bleak
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| But I’m here to give her my love when and while I can
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| Because I gotta go back to work like any other working man
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| And I went out tonight and I got her Kraus' pizza
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| Anything I could do for my beloved friend Theresa
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| And I got her a brand new bed cause her back’s so fucking bad
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| I went to a department store and picked it out with my dad
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| I love you, love you, love you, love you Theresa
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| And I’m really sorry that I gotta leave you
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| I always knew you wanted to play and sing
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| I always knew you’d leave Ohio and cross a bunch of oceans and seas
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| But there is no sound I love more or that is more healing
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| Then when I close my eyes and you sing personally to my kids and me
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| And as I walk around the block you live on
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| It smells so much like our childhood
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| It smells so much like our old neighborhood
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| I remember when I first heard Led Zeppelin’s «Tea For One»
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| Laying by my bedroom window on Valium soaking up the warm afternoon sun rays
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| And in those minutes, hours, I was totally content
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| And I’ll take that memory to my grave as one of my happiest moments
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| And I remember you swimming at Turkeyfoot
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| Me and my dad were up in his fishing boat
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| Tossing our lines out onto the lake
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| With the minnow bucket hanging by a stringer off the edge of the boat
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| And I remember watching the bobbers and waiting for a bass to take the bait
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| And I remember your big happy smile
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| While you were wading out there in the water
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| And that smile still graces your face
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| And the faces of your beautiful young daughters |