Vulpes Vulpes

Ohio is waiting out the rain
And in my boots I’m wading, wading through all this pain
So take me on a fox hunt way out into the hills
We’ll waltz away our evening, forget to pay our bills.

Old houses and old horses are pretty when they fall
Standing out by the fence post I can hear the cold wind call
She was gone with the harvest and I can still hear her sing
Drop that needle on the old record player see what winter has to bring

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