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Kate Campbell Visions Of Plenty

Joseph Lane was a bowler Headed for the PBA He had a room full of trophies And dreamed of the perfect game One night at the Bowl-A-Rama He got eleven

People talk about the way I dress Tell me I should try and look my best What does it matter there?s no wrong or right It?s how you feel inside Suit

I heard Odessa?s mind was sick That she was crazier than hell The police caught her turning tricks Down at the Blue and Gray motel Odessa was the neighbor

Aunt Fidelia brought the rolls With her green bean casserole The widow Smith down the street Dropped by a bowl of butter beans Plastic cups and silverware

This side of heaven There?s not much to go on You never know Which way the wind will blow One day there?s caviar The next a soup bowl And you?re left

Shadows fall across the land Prophets say the end?s at hand More bad news everywhere I turn But in your arms it?s a perfect world Rebels rage and lions

To buy a piece of land to call my own Sometimes when that Delta sun comes beating down Well I swear those rows of cotton shine like gold Visions of plenty