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It's a warm summer evening, I can just hear the Knuckleball SuiteIt's a warm summer evening, I can just hear the Knuckleball SuiteThe clover hums along, the little rain clouds finding their feetOh this town is a talisman, it is a vanishing breedOh this town is a talisman, it is a vanishing breedAnd its song is a first chair viola lost in the weedsBilly C. is drinking Sandeman Port down at the old cafeBilly C. is drinking Sandeman Port down at the old cafeAnd the river goes by slowly, the river likes it that waySally's barefoot in the backyard calling out to that star above the pinesSally's barefoot in the backyard calling out to that star above the pinesAnd for once that star answers, it says, "Sal, you are the wine, you are the wine"That Franklin is the ace, the third twin, he's a wily sportThat Franklin is the ace, the third twin, he's a wily sportGoing to the old cafe to sit with Bill and drink that Sandeman PortIt's a warm summer evening, I can just hear the Knuckleball SuiteIt's a warm summer evening, I can just hear the Knuckleball SuiteThe clover hums along, the little rain clouds are finding their feetThe clover hums along, these summer evenings are where we used to meetOh, these warm summer evenings are where we once and again shall all meet Aus Songtexte Mania