Alice Childress

Some summers in the evening after six or so
I walk on down the hill and maybe buy a beer
I think about my friends
Sometimes I wish they lived out here
But they wouldn’t dig this town
No they wouldn’t dig this town
Try not to think about it, Alice Childress
Try not to think about it anymore
Try not to think about it, Alice Childress
Anymore, no not anymore

Alice, the world is full of ugly things, that you can’t change
Pretend it’s not that way, it’s my idea of faith
You can blow it off and say there’s good in nearly everyone
Just give them all a chance
Alice, give them all a chance
Try not to think about it, Alice Childress
Try not to think about it anymore
Try not to think about it, Alice Childress
Anymore, no not anymore

No, it didn’t work out
No, it didn’t work out the way we thought it would
No, it didn’t work out
An arranged marriage is not so good

Thank God it’s you
You know your timing is impeccable
I’m not fooling you
I don’t know what to do
Some dude just knocked me cold
And left me on the sidewalk
Took everything I had, everything I had

Try not to think about it, Alice Childress
Try not to think about it anymore
It’s getting late where you are, Alice Childress
Anymore, no not anymore
Anymore, no not anymore

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