Tall Stories

Tall Stories

Polka Wars

Tall stories from pike’s peak
A railway creeps out to the northeast
A dusty ruffle of roads line it’s throat

Cold and stoned we all in awe with this
Another world that’s made of blood sweat and tears
Ataraxia comes in the form of disclosed heart

Tall stories from pike’s peak
A railway creeps out to the northeast
A dusty ruffle of roads line it’s throat

Took a bus up the mountain top
The driver told us a tall tale
Of an old man with a whole lot of heart
From pike’s peak

It comes and goes through your flesh and blood
It goes out to all and I
It comes and goes through your flash and blood
It call out to me

Count your blessings he said
A life of one thing could go up in flames
Count your blessings he said
Thank God

Through some hell and back
Through the darkest days

Tall Stories

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