Peaches & My Old Trombone

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© billybluej
She gave me peaches for dinner but she didn't say why.
She packed a bag and then she said goodbye.
She handed me my old trombone.
She said you can blow on this when you're all alone.
I see her face wherever I roam
I've been wandering long without a home
She gave me peaches for dinner but didn't say why.
She packed a bag and then she said goodbye.
She handed me my old trombone.
She said you can blow on this when you're all alone.
She gave me peaches for dinner but didn't say why.
She packed a bag and then she said goodbye.
She handed me my old trombone.
She said you can blow on this when you're all alone.