| | 4th of July Lyrics Artist(Band):Ani DiFranco
You gotta have the right tools For every job So I invite myself in Through a hole in the fence I am tripping through the junkyard Scanning over the piles The thin cats raise their skin in defense I know he's watching me I can see him through the cracks His eyes are small and shy on my back He says his name is Jason He lives in the last trailer on the right And he'll be seven On the fourth of July Only the people who live here Know the name of this place My path through Iowa would be Hard to trace All the adults in this town Try not to frown When I walk by But Jason smiled at me He met my eye He don't ask me Where I'm from Or why I came Here alone We all go looking for paradise Then we go back home We cut out the small talk Go right to the way things are He showed me his squirrel skull I told him I locked myself out of my car So there goes the only friend I have in Iowa His hand flapping behind him Waving good-bye His name is Jason He lives in the last trailer on the right And he'll be seven If you find some error in 4th of July Lyrics, would you please submit your corrections to me? Thank You. Review the song 4th of July The area is only for review, if you want to submit the lyrics or the corrections of the lyrics, please click the link at the end of the lyrics.  Download "Ani DiFranco" Music | |
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