Writer: Mickey Cates
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Nineteen hundred seventy-three
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My second cousin Calvin and me
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We loaded down his old blue-green Corvair
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And headed for the State Fair
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Was mid-October and the autumn breeze
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Shook the colors out of the trees
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Time was passing but who where we to care
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We were headed for the State Fair
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Chorus:
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And I remember Calvin
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Reaching underneath the dash
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Pulling out that pack of cigarettes
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That he kept stashed
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For half the morning
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We blew smoke rings in the air
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Like two big fat Millionaires
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It happened way out on Route Twenty-nine
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Some drunk driver came across the yellow line
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Calvin's momma cried and his daddy sat and stared
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Life can sure be unfair
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It's been so long since that dark day
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I thought by now I'd have put the past away
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But just this morning I found myself back there
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Going to the State Fair
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Repeat chorus
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State Fair
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Doug Supernaw |