Sonoma

Well you can have yr napas
And your alexandres valley too
But for me
Sweet Charlene
Its gotta be sonoma
If you wanna more

Go those screaming pitchers
And the foam runs like no tomorrow
But for me
Sweet Charlene
Its gotta be sonoma
If you gonna git me

Play them ponies
And those fantasy teams so n(aw)fl
But for me
Lil Charlene
Its gonna be sonoma
If ya gotta play for free

Flash yer baby blues
And those puppies fo sho
But for me
Sweet Charlene
Its always a glassa sonoma
If its me you wanna see

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Let Fly

Come out from behind your cover
Make me a better man
Let the young pan wren fly
Come over as soon as you can
He was a very instant person*
Ten feet ahead of all of it*
But it was so early morning façade
Every little stoned bit part of it
She was all total PTSD
The subject is surely closed
A shattering glowing in the past
Is what we all supposed
Their paths crossed over the river
Love of a finer distraction
Until the prelude fell away
Making way for a newer attraction
He shouldn’t have said that
As all the passion has flown
Too late he shuts his trap
Too familiar the feeling of being so alone
Come out from behind your cover
Make me a better man
Let the young pan wren fly
Come over whenever you can

*stolen from Paul Trynka’s “Brian Jones,” 2014