Late June
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Rebecca Navarre
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There's a fire burning, deep down in my soul. A
fire that burns, for the ways of ole. Everyone trying
to change me, saying those ways ain't got no more soul.
But, I keep saying, they ain't got no ground, What good
is a soul, if there ain't no roots, deep down.
Now Grandma can boogy and Grandpa can Jive. But, if they
both pass away, there ain't nobody to keep it alive!
So I'll dig out those old albums, and put on a tune,
and ain't Nobody gonna see me, till late, late June! ! !
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