
Day 2 ; Precious , Precious , Precious and Lazy Bones are saddled , and Pine , Pine , Pine falls right in line .
Day 1 ; there's much work to be done but now it's begun , coming along nicely ( what else ? ) , Gone , Gone , Gone and Run , Run , Run .
Not long now and Joel hits the road with father Bill , Rose and Ana , and fills any cracks in the country with his hearty musical soup . If you have the opportunity , step out and take it in . It's going to be a genuine whistle stop from Esquimalt through the Canadian Rockies in a Buster Keaton-like rail ride across the prairies to the east where the sun rise back lights the old home . Handkerchiefs will wave and local guys and gals will reluctantly part with meltwater filling up their bootprints . Spring will blossom once again under the feet of all our compatriots and you'll be pressing the ticket stubs between pages in the book of love . Rock on . mmm , good wine .
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sounds romantic... tears roll down the face of the earth...
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