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I can't see myself at thirty, I don't buy a lacquered thirtyCaught like flies, preserved for tomorrow's jewelery, againLighted in the amber yard, a green shellback, green shellbackPreserved for tomorrow's eyes, in tree beer tar-black brer sap,The biggest wagon is the empty wagon is the noisiest,The consul a horse, Jefferson I think we're lostWho will tend the farm museums? Who will dust today's belongings?Who will sweep the floors, hedging near the givens?Rally round your leaders it's the mediator seasonDiane is on the beach, do you realize the life she's led?The biggest wagon is the empty wagon is the noisiest,The consul a horse, oh man I think we're lost[Little America lyrics on http://www.elyricsworld.com]The biggest wagon is the empty wagon is the noisiest,A matter of course, Jefferson, JefferLighted in the amber yard, a green shellback, green shellbackSky-lied, sty-tied, Nero pie-tied, in tree tar-black brer sap,Reason has harnessed the tame, a lodging, not stockader's gameAnother Greenville, another Magic Mart, Jeffer, grab your fiddle,The biggest wagon is the empty wagon is the noisiest,The consul a horse, Jefferson I think we're lostThe biggest wagon is the empty wagon is the noisiest,The consul a horse, Jefferson I think we're lost