Today's the fourth of July   another June has gone by   and when they light up our town I just think   what a waste of gunpowder and sky   I'm certain that I am alone   in harbouring thoughts of our home   it's one of my faults that I can't quell my past   I ought to have gotten it gone      Oh, baby, I wonder -    if when you are older -   someday-   you'll wake up   and say, 'My God, I should have told her -   what would it take?   But now here I am and the world's gotten colder   and she's got the river down which I sold her.'      So that's today's memory lane   with all the pathos and pain   another chapter in a book where the chapters are endless   and they're always the same   a verse, then a verse, and refrain      Oh, baby, I wonder -   if when you are older -   someday-   you'll wake up   and say, 'My God, I should have told her -   what would it take?   But now here I am and the world's gotten colder   and she's got the river down which I sold her.'