Black cat crossed our path On little fog feet There's crows riding beside my window We left superstition on the roadside A few cities ago They spent our souls, maybe But they didn't take our smiles
We listen, we shake, the radio
There's a sweet corn princess smiling To the words on the glass Remember we stopped for tamales last time? But now the lights from the town Are fading with radio There's another song playing
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