The place where I was born is a vague memory Like the flakes in the snow on the broke down TV It could be in the big city or in a beautiful ditch With the red corn silo on the broken church bell Here we go again Well the girls would all be pretty And the men quiet and strong And the autumn is beautiful And the summer not too long Rains of May in pourin like the Genesis flood Left the old pink flamingo face down in the mud Here we go again Well the last thing I'll do before I call it quits Is probably dream just a little bit But nothing too hard on my sweet fettered mind 'Cause everything, everything's gonna be just fine But everything, everything's gonna be just fine Everything, everything's gonna be just fine But everything, everything's gonna be just fine Everything, everything's gonna be just fine