IN NINETEEN HUNDRED
SEVENTY THREE
MY SECOND COUSIN
CALVIN AND ME
LOADED DOWN HIS
OLD BLUE-GREEN
CORVAIR
AND HEADED FOR
THE STATE FAIR
IT WAS MID-OCTOBER AND
THE AUTUMN BREEZE
SHOOK THE COLORS
OUT OF THE TREES
TIME WAS PASSING BUT
WHO WERE WE TO CARE
WE WERE HEADED FOR
THE STATE FAIR
AND I REMEMBER CALVIN
REACHIN' UNDERNEATH
THE DASH
AND PULLIN' OUT
THAT PACK OF
CIGARETTES
THAT HE KEPT STASHED
FOR HALF THE MORNIN'
WE BLEW SMOKE RINGS
IN THE AIR
LIKE TWO BIG FAT
MILLIONAIRES
IT HAPPENED WAY OUT
ON ROUTE 29
SOME DRUNK DRIVER
CAME 'CROSS
THE YELLOW LINE
CALVIN'S MAMA CRIED
AND HIS DADDY SAT
AND STARED
LIFE CAN SURE BE UNFAIR
IT'S BEEN SO LONG SINCE
THAT DARK DAY
I THOUGHT BY NOW
I'D HAVE PUT
THE PAST AWAY
JUST THIS MORNIN'
I FOUND MYSELF
BACK THERE
GOIN' TO THE STATE FAIR
AND I REMEMBER CALVIN
REACHIN' UNDERNEATH
THE DASH
AND PULLIN' OUT
THAT PACK OF
CIGARETTES
THAT HE KEPT STASHED
FOR HALF THE MORNIN'
WE BLEW SMOKE RINGS
IN THE AIR
LIKE TWO BIG FAT
MILLIONAIRES
GOIN' TO THE STATE FAIR
WE WERE GOIN'
TO THE STATE FAIR