happy birthday chalissa!!! / riffing on / 1968 and elsewhere

 

Well, the night you was born

Lord I swear the moon turned a fire red

The night you was born

I swear the moon turned a fire red

Many a poor mother cried out lord, the gypsy was right!

That gypsy woman that told your Pa

Gonna be mystic, gonna go far.

Got born east of Main Street under a shooting star

You could steal Groucho Marx’s cigar

And smile

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