Lonesome Jubilee

Well i lived on the outskirts of town
In an eight room farmhouse, baby
When my brothers and friends were around
There was always somethin

She had a dream
And boy it was a good one
So she chased after her dream
With much desire
But when she get too close
To her expectations
Well the dream burned up
Like paper in fire

Chorus:
Paper in fire
Stinkin

Dear mr. president
I live in the suburbs
It

Suzanne divorced her husband
She got the keys and the car and the home
But her friends were really his friens
No one stops by to see her much any more
So one night, she goes back down to
The old haunts
That once upon a time were her own
She didn

One man does his work
He