Sandy Rose
Words & Music by Crag Jensen
It was in the heat of the Summer in '74
She was cute and I was bored
We set out on a date.
We took in a movie at the Hollywood
The show was so-so but the feelin' was good
She made it hard to concentrate
The way she held my hand made me think we might get home a little bit late.
Well Gowanda was the kind of town
Where you could run like the devil and never fall down.
Or so, so it seemed.
Take a little ride down Zoar Valley Road
Park the car and then you go for the gold,
Where we'd dance between the holy and obscene.
There beneath the whisperin' leaves of green.
And oh, sweet Sandy Rose
Where-o-where did all the magic go?
Seems like nobody, no, nobody knows.
Sweet Sandy Rose.
On and on the story goes
And where it ends - only god knows.
(We just keep on growin' old, old, old, old.)
Feast or famine; sun or rain,
Run the gamut, play the game
But know-----, we all remain children
Deep within the burning, yearning; whirling, churning chasms of our souls.
But oh, I remember sweet Sandy Rose
Dressed so fine from her head down to her toes.
In her blue suede shoes and her second-hand clothes.
Oh sweet Sandy Rose.
My sweet, sweet, sweet little Sandy Rose.
We made forbidden love in the back of that Ford
She played the chalice and I was the sword.
So little time to waste.
A little taste of heaven when the sun went down,
A long awaited lesson for a high school clown.
No time to talk or hesitate,
When she spread her little wings and opened up her gate.
But oh, sweet Sandy Rose,
Where-o-where did all the magic go?
Seems like nobody, no, nobody knows.
Sweet Sandy Rose.
And oh, sweet little Sandy Rose,
Dressed so fine from her head down to her toes,
In her blue suede shoes and her old second-hand clothes.
My sweet, little Sandy Rose.
Where-o-where did all the magic go?
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Lead and harmony vocals & all instrumental performances by Crag Jensen.