I was taken by surprise by the thunder
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Sit and stared out at the rain
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Taken back, I was younger
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In a vacant lot day
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And the fall brought an Indian summer
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And plenty of places to play
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I can still hear 'em calling (far away)
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I can hear thunder (far away)
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Well the summers are hot and the winters get cold
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Not a lot smarter, but another year old
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Sometimes I'm still at the fishing hole
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And you never needed bait where we used to go
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Just a safety pin hook on a bamboo pole
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Take the big ones home; let the little ones go (far away)
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And I can hear thunder
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Walking down the alley
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And it's not as easy as it used to be
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Finding time to let my mind wander
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I can still hear 'em calling
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Indian summer
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Indian Summer
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Joe Walsh |