Tamas Wells - They stole a Hemingway from our tent
Written by:Tamas Wells
I folded the corner of the page
Just when he set the hand grenade
And then they stole our grey
Raincoat and a Hemingway
Fires flies and empty hands
As we walked from the second-hand array
See the partisans with the case
Run through the pines to a cave
And then they stole our grey
Raincoat and a Hemingway
Fires flies and empty hands
As we walked from the second-hand array
The things I fried
I just lost my appetite
She said what can we say
They must love their Hemingway
And then they stole our grey
Raincoat and a Hemingway
Fires flies and empty hands
As we walked from the second-hand array
The things I fried
I just lost my appetite
She said what can we say
They must love their Hemingway
They must love their Hemingway