One Big Holiday

Wakin up feelin good and limber
When the telephone it ring
Was a bad man from california
Tellin of a stone he’d bring 
                              And of better days 
                              From this town, we’d escape 
                              If we holler loud and make our way 
                             We’d all live one big holiday 
                                 So we listened and up the river 
                                  And recorded all the sounds 
                                   Was some shakin and some record playin 
                                    All the leather kids were loud 

                                      My Morning Jacket
 


 

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