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Broughton-Mason-Slamer In the summer of '63, it was so damn hot you could hardly breathe. Kicking dust in the mission square, trace of perfume in the air. Whatever happened to the calendar girl with the beautiful teeth? Does she dream of me when she'

Well it's another rainy night, here in my hometown, And the rain beats down on the stone surround Of the prison grounds Well you can raise a smile but lower your eyes When you pass by You'd surely understand if you were the man Doing time I guess it'