Текст песни Back to School - Jeannie C. Riley
                                                Wintertime 
                                                comes 
                                                early 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                north 
                                                part 
                                                of 
                                                this 
                                                state
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                walk 
                                                along 
                                                the 
                                                river 
                                                where 
                                                we 
                                                used 
                                                to 
                                                come 
                                                and 
                                                skate
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                trees're 
                                                now 
                                                all 
                                                gone 
                                                and 
                                                by 
                                                the 
                                                river 
                                                there's 
                                                    a 
                                                sign
 
                                    
                                
                                                Trespassin' 
                                                is 
                                                    a 
                                                twenty 
                                                dollar 
                                                fine.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Lookin' 
                                                up 
                                                the 
                                                road 
                                                toward 
                                                the 
                                                schoolhouse 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                hill
 
                                    
                                
                                                That 
                                                thing 
                                                about 
                                                an 
                                                empty 
                                                building 
                                                causes 
                                                me 
                                                to 
                                                chill
 
                                    
                                
                                                My 
                                                memory 
                                                goes 
                                                back 
                                                to 
                                                when 
                                                the 
                                                teacher 
                                                rang 
                                                the 
                                                bell
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                day 
                                                she 
                                                sent 
                                                you 
                                                home 
                                                for 
                                                saying 
                                                hell.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Walkin' 
                                                past 
                                                the 
                                                building 
                                                so 
                                                important 
                                                in 
                                                my 
                                                past
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                road 
                                                is 
                                                full 
                                                of 
                                                ol' 
                                                discarded 
                                                bottles 
                                                and 
                                                some 
                                                trash
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                step 
                                                behind 
                                                the 
                                                building 
                                                as 
                                                    I 
                                                shelter 
                                                from 
                                                the 
                                                cold
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                see 
                                                our 
                                                names 
                                                in 
                                                letters 
                                                big 
                                                and 
                                                bold.
 
                                    
                                
                                                My 
                                                fingers 
                                                trace 
                                                the 
                                                letters 
                                                of 
                                                    a 
                                                work 
                                                of 
                                                art 
                                                alone
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                    I 
                                                recall 
                                                the 
                                                day 
                                                that 
                                                you 
                                                carved 
                                                it 
                                                in 
                                                    a 
                                                stone
 
                                    
                                
                                                Somehow 
                                                    I 
                                                can 
                                                see 
                                                you 
                                                now 
                                                with 
                                                books 
                                                and 
                                                coat 
                                                in 
                                                hand
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                always 
                                                waved 
                                                as 
                                                down 
                                                the 
                                                hill 
                                                you 
                                                ran.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Cokes 
                                                were 
                                                just 
                                                    a 
                                                nickel 
                                                then 
                                                and 
                                                many 
                                                were 
                                                the 
                                                times
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                two 
                                                of 
                                                us 
                                                would 
                                                sip 
                                                them 
                                                as 
                                                if 
                                                they 
                                                were 
                                                village 
                                                wine
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                then 
                                                on 
                                                Graduation 
                                                Day 
                                                we 
                                                bought 
                                                the 
                                                little 
                                                ring
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                said 
                                                that 
                                                carats 
                                                didn't 
                                                mean 
                                                    a 
                                                thing.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Now 
                                                    I 
                                                retrace 
                                                my 
                                                footsteps 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                cab 
                                                that 
                                                waits 
                                                for 
                                                me
 
                                    
                                
                                                Looking 
                                                back 
                                                to 
                                                see 
                                                our 
                                                names 
                                                you 
                                                carved 
                                                upon 
                                                    a 
                                                tree
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                driver 
                                                says 
                                                    I 
                                                look 
                                                familiar 
                                                asks 
                                                me 
                                                what's 
                                                my 
                                                name
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                say 
                                                hurry 
                                                    I 
                                                have 
                                                to 
                                                catch 
                                                    a 
                                                plane...
 
                                    
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