State Fair - Doug Supernaw

Nineteen hundred seventy-three

My second cousin Calvin and me

We loaded down his old blue-green Corvair

And headed for the State Fair

Was mid-October and the autumn breeze

Shook the colors out of the trees

Time was passing but who where we to care

We were headed for the State Fair

And I remember Calvin

Reaching underneath the dash

Pulling out that pack of cigarettes

That he kept stashed

For half the morning

We blew smoke rings in the air

Like two big fat Millionaires

It happened way out on Route Twenty-nine

Some drunk driver came across the yellow line

Calvin’s momma cried and his daddy sat and stared

Life can sure be unfair

It’s been so long since that dark day

I thought by now I’d have put the past away

But just this morning I found myself back there

Going to the State Fair

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