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From the smallest branch to the garden wall
Your mother came to me at the Sadie Hawkins dance
Said, "Hey big man, we could have it all"
My Uncle Jim, he wanted her pretty bad
I said, "Man, give it all you got"
He said, "Hey baby, I've got 6 grand in these docks
Your name - I can put it on the deed lot"
I'm headed out to Clam Bake City
Where the grass is green and the trees are pretty
You don't get out of here, you just get through when it's gritty
And I hope you do it better than me
I blew on in, felt like an outlaw in a saloon
Said I will dictate my own terms
Nineteen years later with a four dollar and fifty cent raise
I'm ready to cash out with what I've earned
I get you guys every other weekend
Your mother's hair salon, the council's tearing it down
I always told her she bit off more than she could chew
Hop on in, we're heading out of town
We're headed out to Clam Bake City
Where the grass is green and the dew is pretty
You don't get out of here, you just get through when it's gritty
And I hope you do it better than me
Sometimes I wonder if I'd have been this good with her
I build that bike shed, I fixed my own transmission
I get to read about your games in all the papers
I buy a 6 pack when you win
Your Auntie Sherry, I know she takes good care of you
Sees you off to school each day
Takes you by the cemetery to see your mother 3 times each week
Then I take us all again every Sunday
I'm heading out to Clam Bake City
Where the grass is green and the tall trees so pretty
You don't get out of here, you just get through when it's gritty
And I hope you do it better than me
I hope you do it better than me
© David Newbould 2012
