Four in the afternoon I should be up and gone soon
This is the shirt that I'm wearing out
Torn at the elbow from too much football
And one size too small all around
And I slept to the radio over the wind in the morning
I'm turned like an elbow; a slumber after parting
Now I'm red faced from too much sun in too many summers
It's late in the afternoon I should be up and gone soon
And your state fair mirror of John Taylor
Saw the whole thing
Stretched shoulder to shoulder
A stretch from soda to soda
