Whose Faulty Vision

Generic State Song

Found this on Usenet, thought it was brilliant:

Sometimes when the grass is blown by the breeze
There’s a far away look in the leaves of the trees
A memory returns, heartbreakingly clear
Of a place I call home, [Your state's name here]

No sky could be deeper, no water so clear
As back in the meadows of [Your state's name here]
I’m gonna go back, although I don’t know when
There’s no other place like [Your state's name again]

(Chorus:)
Oh [Your state's name here], Oh [Again], what a state
I have not been back since [a reasonable date]
Where the asphalt grows soft in July every year
In the warm summer mornings of [Your state's name here]

My grampa would come and turn on the game
And fall asleep drinking [Your local beer's name]
While gramma would sing in the garden for hours
To all of [The names of indigeonous flowers]

The songs that she sang were somewhat obscure
She learned from the local townspeople I’m sure
The language they use is not very clear
Like [Place a colloquialism right here].

(Chorus)

I’d love to wake up where [The state songbird] sings
Where they manufacture [The names of some things]
Like there on the bumper, a sticker so clear
An I, then a heart, and then [Your state's name here]

Whisper it soft, it’s a song to my ear
[Your state's name here, your state's name here]
It’s there I was born & it’s there I’ll grow old
By the rivers of blue and the arches of gold…

(Chorus)