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Summertime in '83
The year that we made history
But didn't have the energy to tell a soul
'cept you and you and me
Selling off Fiesta plates
Ate loaves of bread but gained no weight
From pecan waffles on the roof
The summer of my wasted youth
Summertime in '83
The last time I took LSD
But listening to Patsy Cline
And Skeeter Davis really blew my mind
Played the boombox in the courtyard
Never used a credit car
Still took a trip by Greyhound bus
The summer I believed in us
Pushed plaster cows down city streets
Wore thrift store skirts with little pleats
Smoked pot and sat around all day
Bought a guitar but didn't try to play
Summertime in '83
I didn't need a j-o-b
Cause unemployment kept me free
To study country harmony
And find somebody with a car
Drink cheap beer in the Polish bar
Take photos in the photo booth
The summer of my wasted youth