Flamingo - Fruit Bats

The place where I was born is a vague memory

Like the flakes in the snow of a broke-down TV

It could be in a big city in a beautiful dell

With a red corn silo or a broken church bell

The girls would all be pretty and the men quiet and strong

The autumn is beautiful and summer not too long

Rains of May would come pouring down in the mud

The last thing I’ll do before I call it quits

Is probably dream just a little bit

But nothing too hard on my sweet fadin' mind 'cause everything is gonna be just

fine