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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Hop Along
Hop Along
Performer
Drew Taurisano
Drew Taurisano
Piano
Eric Slick
Eric Slick
Shaker
Mary Lattimore
Mary Lattimore
Harp
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Frances Quinlan
Frances Quinlan
Composer

Lyrics

Hey did you hear me, Mom? Baby's headed home Against your wishes I went Into the woods alone Just look at my face, a vegetable Beet red, I know you Gave me money for the motel But I came here instead I came here instead What I wanted when I left you Brushed by, so close With the money I got pretty gone And bloodied some poor actor's nose One night in the park, the pellet gun Took out an eye, I came undone One college kid came to see me He passed me that nylon string Asked me to play him something So I tried my hand at, "Blues Run the Game" I barely made it through it Then he had to go back to his parents' house upstate Upstate Woke from a dream and I was old Staring at the asscrack of dawn Walked these streets up and down Looking for Paul Simon All I found was myself Lost in time, I tried Singing my song but I lost my mind What have they done With my jealous one? Who is gonna talk trash Long after I'm gone? When I was young They used to find me pitching horseshoe crabs Back into the sun What have they done (what have they done) With my jealous one? (What have they done) Who is gonna talk trash (my jealous one?) Long after I'm gone? (With my jealous one) When I was young (I was young) They used to find me pitching horseshoe crabs Back into the sun
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