(McKinley)
I could build houses that wouldn't bend with the breeze,
Not like my own home of not so brave straw, with a wolf
Living in every part of the yard. They don't mean
To be greedy, that's just what they are.
Falling asleep I feel the walls bending
Close to a buckle. Auntie Em, Auntie Em
God would you look what's coming.
This was no storm I could sleep through,
Like some silly Dorothy, it blew
Holes in me before I could say, "There never was
A place, there never was a place like home."
I was going to join Custer's army or John Wayne's posse.
On my Bantan bike I'd ride away. I never spoke
Of my plans to travel. I was too afraid
I wouldn't be begged to stay.
Now falling asleep I feel the walls bending
Close to a buckle. Auntie Em, Auntie Em
God would you look what's coming.
This is no storm I can sleep through,
Like some silly Dorothy, it'll blow
Holes in me before I can say, "There never was
A place, there never was a place like home."
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