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I’m driving through the orange groves, a song is in my mind
She laughed and sang it as I tapped the wheel keeping time
I never heard that song again, never sang it anyhow
Yet in October Country, it’s playing for me now
There’s migrants picking berries as dust blows over the field
My throat was parched, my lips were chapped, my mind would not be stilled
She poured for me cool water with a smile born of grace
Now in October Country, that kindness left a trace
There’s an old abandoned houseboat back in the willow trees
I battened down the hatches as she zippered her valise
She shouted verses as the hail added its refrain
Now in October Country, the skies are clear of rain
A bullet ridden billboard reminds me Jesus Lives
She offered me the sweetest kiss, one even He’d forgive
I stumbled when she wondered if I’d be born again
Now in October Country, I think nine times, maybe ten
Young girl and boy are playing, sliding down a pile of dirt
She chided me for digging, guess she thought my feelings hurt
For when I did strike water, she kissed my frown away
Now in October Country, Her ghost is still at play
The crops give way to concrete as I cross the interstate
I play her message in my mind, she teases, “Don’t be late”
Well either Father Time is sleeping or his clock’s in disrepair
For I’m in October Country but spring is in the air
I’m in October Country but spring is in the air
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