Today's the fourth of July

another June has gone by

and when they light up our town I just think

what a waste of gunpowder and sky

I'm certain that I am alone

in harbouring thoughts of our home

it's one of my faults that I can't quell my past

I ought to have gotten it gone

Oh, baby, I wonder - if when you are older -

someday-

you'll wake up

and say, 'My God, I should have told her -

what would it take?

But now here I am and the world's gotten colder

and she's got the river down which I sold her.'

So that's today's memory lane

with all the pathos and pain

another chapter in a book where the chapters are

endless

and they're always the same

a verse, then a verse, and refrain

Oh, baby, I wonder - if when you are older -

someday-

you'll wake up

and say, 'My God, I should have told her -

what would it take?

But now here I am and the world's gotten colder

and she's got the river down which I sold her.'