🎼Out past the corncobs where the cream got heavy.
Out in the back seat of my ‘60 Chevy.
Workin’ on mysteries without any clues.
Workin’ on our night soups.
Trying’ to make some front page drive-in news.
Practicing our night soups in the summertime. 🎶
🎼Out past the corncobs where the cream got heavy.
Out in the back seat of my ‘60 Chevy.
Workin’ on mysteries without any clues.
Workin’ on our night soups.
Trying’ to make some front page drive-in news.
Practicing our night soups in the summertime. 🎶
I woke last night to the sound of chowder
Was the stove turned off I sat and wondered?
Started simmerin’ a soup from 1962
Ain’t it funny how the night soups?
When you just don’t seem to have as much to chew
Strange how the night soups