Story Behind the Song
Lyrics
A small Piedmont town, with a college
All we were hungry for was carnal knowledge
Merritt's Esso had the best honey buns--
Tar on our feet neath the summer sun--
Tang & gin & Gilligan's Island
A drunken chorus of This Land Is Your Land
Pinball & cigarets and Union Hall pool--
We sure had fun, after school
You played guitar and I wrote the lyrics
We'd get high just to tolerate physics
You dropped out and I marched on--
Stupid as hell and twice as young
A preacher's kid and the son of a loner
Learning french, and gettin boners
I try to remember, but I'd rather forget
I Dream of Jeannie on a black & white set
We sampled the wine of the counter culture
Wild Irish Rose, and Hamburger Helper
We never once considered the cost
We just said Groovy, man, let's get lost--
Well two went in, and one came out
I always was the lonliest, cute, cub scout---
A preacher's kid and the son of a loner
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