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Always Stay Generous, Smitty
By Nissi, Nikki Smitty
the Back Road Country
Couldn't catch the eye of no city girl
Here I am devoted to Smitty
How I love the way you look in your violet jeans
Can't believe I let the smog cloud my eye
Where the frozen oceans stand
And the dry Coast surround
I'll ride my grey truck with you by my side
There's a whisper in the St Ives breeze
Reminding me of Stacy
That whisper builds
That whisper cries
Stacy in the morning skies
You appear on the horizon
Brushing that golden hair from your eyes
The city folk with their fancy gadgets
Cement oceans like grey tombs
Don't have nothin' on our way of life
Just listen to the owls
Don't live your life like a Tom Boy
Today might feel a time to be like a Tom Boy
But that ain't no way to lead a life
You know, there's a lot I drive by in my grey truck
Folk who is messing up
Always stay generous, Smitty
Always stay generous
In St Ives, when I was a child
I met a generous man
"How can you be so generous?" asked I
Here was his wise reply
Don't live your life like a Tom Boy
Today might feel a time to be like a Tom Boy
But that ain't no way to lead a life
Met an old lady who lived like a Tom Boy
"What happened to her?" asked I
Here was his wise reprise
Don't live your life like a Tom Boy
Today might feel a time to be like a Tom Boy
But that ain't no way to lead a life
That lady's gone now
It's sad really
Word is, she had golden hair once
Little Smitty, keep your jeans violet
Always stay generous, Smitty
Always stay generous
Owls, owls, owls
Owls, owls, owls...
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