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And how have you been, my darling children
While I have been away in the west?
Though you are strangers, I feel like I know you
By the way that you treat me and offer to feed me
And eagerly ask if I'll stay for a rest
And sit yourselves down in a pile laid before me
I wish I had presents for each of your smiles
But I have been travelling without much to carry
Just a broken guitar case with tape on the sides
To hold up a few signs to help me get rides
And here is a strange European guitar string
I found on the floor of a club in Marseilles
It's fat for the third string and skinny for the fourth string
But I kept it in hopes I might need it some day
It's funny how people just keep things that way
And here is a turtle from the Long Island Expressway
He says that his home has been covered with tar
So I gave him a ride on the back of my suitcase
And he says that wants to live here in your yard
At long last, his short life won't be quite so hard
And how have you been, my darling children
While I have been away in the west?
Though you are strangers, I feel like I know you
By the way that you treat me and offer to feed me
And eagerly ask if I'll stay for a rest
And how have you been, my darling children?
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