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Along a Blackeye Susan Trail
Of all fond recollections, deep within my memory chest There is one above them all, that I really love the best T'is a little country lane, along a blackeye susan trail Where I yearn to stroll once more,
As I did in days of yore
I yearn to see the old familiar face I once loved I'd gladly bow my head, and thank the mighty one above If I could only stroll again,
Down a little country lane
Where the blackeye Susans love to grow
Dedicated to the many lovely trips along the Mississippi River-and to a few girls I use to know and^lovely time.
I spent in "OLd Mousecrown Plantation" T?fcfiT