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    I think each of us has a story that has fundamentally shaped
    or altered us. We may know someone well (we think), and for
    a long time, and still not know that story?.
     

        Twister (Tim Grimm)

        the roar of the water, the creak of the wood
        straw hat flyin? through the air on a kansas afternoon

        james was in the kitchen, bringing out the food
        to people on the upper deck, the water it looked smooth
        an old man in a straw hat took a glass of cheap champagne
        that?s when james first noticed it looked like it might rain
        Yeah, he thought that it would rain

        Martha?s in her chevy, johhny by her side
        the radio is blasting, they?re goin? for a ride
        they see children a playin?, climbing in a tree
        they?re listening to buck owens sing, ?act naturally?
        ?all you gotta do is act naturally?

        *chorus*
        look out on the water, there?s a pillar to the sky
        you haven?t lived till you?ve looked the face
        of your own ghost in the eye
        there?s a freight train on the water, they can hear it bearin? down
        but it?s got no brakeman, it rides no rails
        and it makes a howling sound

        He held onto the upper rail, as long as he could hold
        and when he hit the water it was neither hot nor cold
        He saw a family go under, struggled but no use
        in the eye of the monster, all hell was breakin? loose

        *chorus*

        the images were grainy, simple black and white
        he saw a fancy casket with his mother by it?s side
        of sadness and sorrow she would surely die
        James saw the vision in the blink of an eye
        as time was racing by

        *chorus*

        an old man dyin? in his arms, a chevy flyin? by
        children clinging to a tree that fell out of the sky
        the roar of the water, the creak of the wood
        a double-decker steamboat on a kansas afternoon

        to god or the devil, we will never know
        james made a promise all those years ago

     

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