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From a phone booth in Vegas,
Jessie calls at 5 a.m.
to tell me how she's tired of all of them...
She says, "Baby, I been thinking 'bout a trailer by the sea.
We could go to Mexico... you, the cat and me.
We'll drink tequila and look for seashells.
Now, doesn't that sound sweet?"
Oh, Jessie, you always do this every time I get back on my feet...
Jessie paint you pictures
'bout how it's gonna be.
By now I should know better,
your dreams are never free.
But tell me all about
our little trailer by the sea;
Jessie, you can always sell any dream to me.
Oh, Jessie, you can always sell any dream to me...
She asks me how the cat's been. I say, "Moses, he's just fine,
but he used to think about you all the time.
We finally took your pictures down off the wall.
Oh, Jessie, how do you always seem to know just when to call?"
She says, "Get your stuff together. Bring Moses and drive real fast."
And I listen to her promise, "I swear to God this time it's gonna last."
Jessie paint you pictures
'bout how it's gonna be.
By now I should know better,
your dreams are never free.
But tell me all about our
little trailer by the sea;
Jessie, you can always sell any dream to me,
Oh, Jessie, you can always sell any dream to me...
I'll love you in the sunshine, lay you down in the warm white sand.
And who knows, maybe this time things'll turn out just the way you planned...
Jessie paint you pictures
'bout how it's gonna be.
By now I should know better,
your dreams are never free.
But tell me all about our little trailer by the sea;
Jessie, you can always sell any dream to me,
Oh, Jessie, you can always sell any dream to me...
(Joshua Kadison)
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