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The screen door to the farmer's porch
To the back porch, to the back lands
It's never left closed
A new air pushed a full wind
That brought worlds on through
That only he could know
As the last of November passed
With his new life, with his new wife
She said she was feeling a little cold
The ghost of a clown just danced in and
Did a few tricks and danced out again
Warming a farmer's soul
Summer was all there was
We were working, breathing heat
Terror rising out of control
Through that door came a breeze
Wrapped on through our heads and around our spines
Cooling off the burning floor
The morning's breaking woke us long enough
We were sure we could see
The whole of some older birds
Riding to the ground on the falling leaves
Riding to the ground on some falling leaves
One last time, one last time to feed
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- Valdosta 1989
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- Live In The Classic City
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- Jackassolantern
- Live In The Classic City II, MM
- Widespread Panic - 12/31/2009 Atlanta, GA (Live)
- Live At the Fillmore Auditorium 2/10/2012
- 2009-07-24: 10K Lakes Music Festival, Detroit Lakes, MN, USA
- 2006/12/31 Atlanta, GA
- Live Widespread Panic: 7/24/2009 10,000 Lakes Festival
- Live Widespread Panic: 4/18/2009 Orange Beach, AL
- Live Widespread Panic: 10/17/2009 the Woodlands, TX