Dorthy Luck

The kettles on the stove
Driving down the road
Hoping not to be late
Dorothy said to be there by eight

She was happy and she is sad
She made us lunch and we were glad
'Cause we had been driving all day

It was rainy but we were dry
Dorothy Luck had made us pie
Always like to do things that way

The kettles on the stove
Driving down the road
Without the high beams on
Lights are off when the lights aren't on

Dorothy Luck had heard the news
A local store was selling shoes
The kind that she had heard of in her dreams

So she got up and she got out
There's not much more to talk about
Dorothy Luck had spent some bucks on shoes

The kettles on the stove
Were driving down the road
Dorothy Lucks alone
As we start to driving back home

We're going back home
We're going back home
Bye, bye Dorthy
Bye, bye Dorthy
Oh bye Dorthy
Cause we're going back home
Yeah we're going back home



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