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Three Diamond Marketplace

Fifty cent per pound.

Buy lemon, peaches or pears and such.

All at fifty cent per pound.

Across the street from  Porters bar.

No better place in town.

Buy lies with drinks,

Buy smiles and dreams.

At Porters place in town.

Rack-side Hotel down at the edge.

On the beach down near the cove.

Maidens dance, fifty cents with each.

Whether you’re married or you’re not.

The courtyard lined with roses and,

The shrubs to hide behind.

Whether you’re married or you’re not.

Work a week down at the ferry docks.

Sixteen dollars and some change

Buy a lime and peach at Three Diamonds,

Go to Porters and find a date.

Stroll the beach with her down to the Courtyard and then

On to Rack-Side for the night.

Enjoy the weekend and your fantasies

Come Monday back to work again.

Sleep four nights behind the shrubbery,

On Friday get paid again.

The days go bye, the months pass.

Seasons change, years exchange but never change.

Look back, look ahead, look back again.

It’s time as time is dealt.

One night you notice the signs have changed.

Porters Bar is now a franchise called Chili’s

Rack-Side a Motel   6.

The Courtyard is now a golf course

And the ferry dock is closing soon they say.

You haven’t changed.

I guess it’s time to change.

Find a wife or something else.

Three Diamonds is now a grocery store.

$4.95 per pound.

Weeks wage won’t buy a weekend now,

Still it barely buys a day.

Good sign, your clothes are now in style again.

Such a handsome man you have become.

Find a wife or something else…