WRITTEN BY MICHAEL BACON
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It's a rocky road down Ida's farm
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Past the sticks and stones
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And names that harm
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They don't like her rooster crowing
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Cows and flies and weeds are a growing
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It's a rocky road
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Down Ida's farm
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It's a rocky road
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Down Bankie's dune
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Made of memories and bits of moon
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Here they come with a zillion dollars
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Crowds of tourists soon to follow
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It's a rocky road
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Down Bankie's dune
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From the hills of Pennsylvania
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She fights to hold her ground
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To the white sands of Anguilla
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He still hears the sound
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Of music made for no reason at all
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It's a rocky road
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Down 9th Avenue
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Past the sea of cars
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And fields of fume
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That old guitar is never played
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Full of songs never made
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It's a rocky road
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Down 9th Avenue
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It's a rocky road
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It's a Rocky Road
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| The Bacon Brothers |
