Henryville

Intro 
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As strange as it seems, nobody from Greene had ever once seen Henryville 
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As close as it was, you'd've thought they'd've would, but they hadn't and that's how it was still 
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And since general consensus was Greene was like heaven and heaven was almost like Greene 
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Why people went missing was less of a mystery than why they'd ever decided to leave 
 

 
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The stage thusly set, our hero enters lft, Bill Nettle's kid lonely and man 
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A long way from town, drunk way out of tune, upsetted, bull-headed, obscene 
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He was seen from the summit of Big Picnic Hill and all Henryville church bells went wild 
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And the whole pretty town went to throw roses down at the feet of Bill Nettle's child 
 

 
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He was kicking a rock and singing a song of his own composition when he 
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Saw a blizzard of petals and looked up unsettled at what he proceeded to see 
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Maybe five hundred people, their joy unconcealed, their arms full of roses in bloom 
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And all of them smiling in welcome at him with faces as pale as moon 
 

 
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Bill Nettle had never thought much of his son, and none of the people from Greene 
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Had thought it that proper to do more than the father so the boy grew up lonely and mean 
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But as sixteen white horses drew a carriage of golden and a whole pretty brass band behind 
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The boy who folks thought would never add up to nothing like Apollo the Sun King did ride 
 

 
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Oh, Henryville, Henryville, how to describe what to others must feel like a dream 
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Such pretty white houses and pretty white buildings and pretty white marble-lined streets 
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And wrapped all around it, in knots and in tangles, the prettiest roses entwined 
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And all of them open and screaming in crimson at Bill Nettle's son as he rode by 
 

 
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When they got to the top of Big Picnic Hill, the whole parade came to a halt 
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And the girl that the women had chosen to be the Queen of the Harvest was called 
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The mayor gave a speech that went on way too long and then all pretty Henryville watched 
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As the Queen of the Harvest set to beating the brains out of Bill Nettle's boy with a rock 
 

 
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A lot of stuff happened in the hours that followed that don't need repeating, so just 
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Imagine whatever you'd like to imagine when you like to imagine that stuff 
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But with all of the singing and praying and dancing, well, nobody noticed the Queen 
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Of the Harvest in all her ferocious attire with a rock in her hand turn towards Greene 
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Of the Harvest in all her ferocious attire with a rock in her hand turn towards Greene