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Down East Day

Down on the eastern coast, ruled by the ocean
Fair weather, foul weather, everybody knows
That just to stay afloat, come winter spring or summer
All hands say "c'mon that's just the way it goes"

Pass around that battered 6-string
Plank 'er down, let the fiddle play
Tired, but not complainin'
At the end of a down east day

Someone on an old banjo will get it all together
A box with a single row, you got it in your bones
Tried to change the old tunes
But you find it don't get better
Cause everybody knows some things are carved in stone

Pass around that battered 6-string
Plank 'er down, let the fiddle play
Tired, but not complainin'
At the end of a down east day

Freezin' in the cold, holes in your sweater
On a big city sidewalk, pennies to your name
Or diggin' lots of gold, ah ya couldn't do much better
You still got that home blood, that eternal flame

Pass around that battered 6-string
Plank 'er down, let the fiddle play
Tired, but not complainin'
At the end of a down east day

####.... G. Simmons --- The Fables ....####
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