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JOE COCKER >> Merchandise Links
JOE COCKER
(R.Newman) Lucinda We met one summer evening As the sun was going down She was lying on the beach In her graduation gown She was wrapped up in a blanket (I could tell she knew her way around) And as I lay down beside her You know she never made a sound On down the beach came the beach-cleaning man Scoopin' up the papers and flattening down the sand "Lucinda, Lucinda, Lucinda - we've got to run away That big white truck is closin' in And we'll get wounded if we stay" Now Lucinda lies buried 'neath the California sand Put under by the beach-cleaning man Lucinda, Lucinda, Lucinda - why'd you have to go? They sent her to high school hey sent her to low school She just wouldn't go further
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