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We Drove All the Way

from Not A Nice Old Man by George Pratt

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We drove all the way from Albany
Through the rainy Vermont night.
I pulled out a pack of Newports
And she asked me for a light.
So I told her a joke
As she blew out the smoke
And the miles rolled by and by.
I made it a point when I rolled that joint
To make time and wonder why.
Oh the morning sun turned her skin to bronze
Her clothes smell like fresh air
Every time I get my chance it lingers in the air.
So I choke down my heart
As we drift apart
And sit there with nothing to say.
Ain't no need to push it now.
Tomorrows another day.
It's another day.

We drove all the way from Albany
Through the rainy Vermont night.
Pulled out a pack of Newports
And I asked him for a light.
And he told me a joke
As I blew out the smoke
And the miles rolled by and by.
Made it a point as he rolled that joint
To take time and wonder why.
Oh the morning sun turned his skin to bronze
His clothes smelled like fresh air
And every time I get my chance it lingers in the air.
So I choke down my heart
As we drift apart
And sit there with nothing to say.
Ain't no need to push it now.
Tomorrows another day.
It's another day.

We drove all the way from Tampa
Through the foggy Georgia night.
She pulled out a pack of Newports
And she asked me for a light.
And she told me a joke
As she blew out the smoke
And the miles rolled by and by.
I made it a point when I rolled that joint
To Take time and wonder why.
Oh the morning sun turned her skin to bronze
Her clothes smelled like fresh air
Every time I get my chance it lingers in the air.
So I choke down my heart
As we drift apart
And sit there with nothing to say.
Ain't no need to push it now.
Tomorrows another day.
It's another day.

We drove all the way from Tampa
Through the foggy Georgia night.
Pulled out a pack of Newports
And asked him for a light.
Then he told me a joke
As I blew out the smoke
And the miles rolled by and by.
I made it a point as he rolled that joint
To take time and wonder why.
The morning sun turned his skin to bronze
His clothes smelled like fresh air
And every time I get my chance it just lingers in the air.
So I choke down my heart
As we drift apart
And sit there with nothing to say.
Ain't no need to push it now.
Tomorrows another day.
Just another day.

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from Not A Nice Old Man, released July 15, 2014
George Pratt - guitar & vocals
Holly Brewer - vocals
Will Michaels – guitar
Thom Scagliotti – bass

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