Friday, September 14, 2012

PEACHES & MY OLD TROMBONE





She gave me peaches for dinner but she didn't say why.
She gave me peaches for dinner but she didn't say why.
She packed a bag and then she said goodbye.

She handed me my old trombone
She handed me my old trombone
She said you can play this when you're all alone

I see her face wherever I roam
I see her face wherever I roam
I've been wandering long without a home

She gave me peaches for dinner but didn't say why.
She gave me peaches for dinner but didn't say why.
She packed a bag and then she said goodbye.

She handed me my old trombone
She handed me my old trombone
She said you can play this when you're all alone


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