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[42] Wilson's government presided over a rate of unemployment which was low by historic (and later) standards but did rise during his period in office

As a youngster he watched powerboats from Miamis Collins Avenue beach and dreamed of being there himself

Scarlet Begonias Scarlet Begonias Scarlet Begonias As I was walkin' round grosvenor square Not a chill to the winter but a nip to the air From the other direction, she was calling my eye It could be an illusion, but I might as well try, might as well try She had rings on her fingers and bells on her shoes And I knew without askin' she was into the blues She wore scarlet begonias tucked into her curls I knew right away she was not like other girls, other girls In the thick of the evening when the dealing got rough She was too pat to open and too cool to bluff As I picked up my matches and was closing the door I had one of those flashes I'd been there before, been there before Well, I ain't always right but I've never been wrong Seldom turns out the way it does in a song Once in a while you get shown the light In the strangest of places if you look at it right Well there ain't nothing wrong with the way she moves Scarlet begonias or a touch of the blues And there's nothing wrong with the look that's in her eyes I had to learn the hard way to let her pass by, let her pass by Wind in the willow's playin' "Tea for Two" The sky was yellow and the sun was blue Strangers stoppin' strangers just to shake their hand Everybody's playing in the heart of gold band, heart of gold band City Of New Orleans City Of New Orleans City Of New Orleans Riding on the city of New Orleans Illinois Central, Monday morning rail Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders Three conductors and twenty-five sacks of mail All along the southbound odyssey The train pulled out at Kankakee And rolls along past houses, farms and fields Passin' trains that have no names And freight yards full of old black men And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles Good morning, America How are you

It may take several passes for stains that have built up over time