from the I'm with you in Rockland I'm with you in Rockland I'm
with you in Rockland where you imitate the shade of my mother I'm
with you in Rockland I'm with you in Rockland where we are great
writers on the and who were visionary indian angels, gleamed in
supernatural ecstasy, light smalltown rain, who lounged hungry and lonesome
through Houston behind nothing but the shadow of dungarees and