Scratching the 17-Year Poetic Itch
The man standin' next to me, his head was exploding, Well, I was prayin' the pieces wouldn't fall on me.
Yeah, the locusts sang off in the distance, Yeah, the locusts sang such a sweet melody.
Oh, the locusts sang off in the distance, And the locusts sang and they were singing for me.
I put down my robe, picked up my diploma, Took hold of my sweetheart and away we did drive, Straight for the hills, the black hills of Dakota, Sure was glad to get out of there alive.
And the locusts sang, well, it give me a chill, Yeah, the locusts sang such a sweet melody.
And the locusts sang with a high whinin' trill, Yeah, the locusts sang and they was singing for me, Singing for me, well, singing for me.
Copyright 1970, Big Sky Music
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