The calloused hands upon the plow I loved you then and I love you now, Reuben James Reuben James Reuben James, you still walk the furrowed field of my mind The faded shirt, the weathered brow In my song you live again And the phrases that I rhyme Are

Oh baby doll! When bells ring out the summer free Oh baby doll We'll sing our old Alma Mater And think of things that used to be Will it end for you and me? I remember it so well Back when the weather was cool We used to have so much fun

Fly (fly, fly, fly, fly) Let it fly (let it fly, let it fly, let it fly) Let it fly like the birds in the sky Hotter than the weather in July I done did so much I can't decide Word, word to my guys She just get so wet, I slip and slide Had to get it back

I'm a lovesick fuck I want you, come on fuck me, babe Please man, pretty please with a cherry on top, ok? The weather cold The weather so Chill, chilly really penguin feather roll Cause I'm sipping Pro'

When love comes around I'll send the message in a bottle Stormy weather, oh yeah I feel good Oh, here we go Yesterday I saw my love light shine Straight ahead in front of me You never really know

Oh, it's a long, long while from May to December But the days grow short when you reach September When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame One hasn't got time for the waiting game Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few September, November

Oh, it's a long, long while from May to December But the days grow short when you reach September When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame One hasn't got time for the waiting game Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few September, November

The land of opportunity where everybody stay Welcome to LA The girls are pretty, sun will shine three-hundred-sixty days But I don't always feel that way, today I need some gray Yeah, uh, please protect my soul before they weather it away I just told

For a boy in Fiddler's Green Oh nothing's changed anyway One, two, three, four, one, two September seventeen For a girl I know it's Mother's Day Her son has gone alee And that's where he will stay Wind on the weathervane Tearing blue eyes sailor-mean

Weathered by the storms and well oiled hands I've read a lot of books, wrote a few songs Looked at my life, where it's goin', where it's gone I've seen the world through a bus windshield But nothing compares to the way that I see it To the way that I see