Lawrence Hall
Dispatches for the Colonial Office
Jim Croce and a Rainy Morning
When the plane went down that was the end
Of telephone operators and bottles of time
But the electronics are kind enough to send
Good memories of when coffee was a dime
You really could mess around with Jim
If you knew your way around a chord
And heard his lyrics as a workman’s hymn
That spoke of art offered to the Lord
He gave us good thoughts through his guitar’s strum -
And, yeah, a wild moustache to back away from!
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