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Jim Croce Bombs Over Puerto Rico

getting later and my body's getting colder And the vespers ring and I'm all alone, without my love beside me She'd call me in the evenin', ask me to come over

Spin, spin, spin Spin around, spin around The harlequin dances In a costume of green Spin around But under his makeup His age can't be seen Spin around

The last face that I looked on Can't recall too much about The image of it left me Each time the lights went out The last mind that I wandered I remember

Big wheel, don't you roll? Big diesel, don't you whine Through the night as I'm runnin' down the road? Big semi, don't you stop 'Cause if you do I'm

Perhaps, I'll never show this world all I could be I just can't sing to any man the song he wants to hear And I know that some won't like me Others try