The ballad of the Canandaigua Rainout scam
The boys were on the road,
and they stopped to do a show.
In a place called Canandaigua,
they had no place else to go.
They started in, so soft and sweet,
with the rhythm moving low.
The heat built, and the jams did too.
But the wind had started to blow.
Soon the rain came in, and started to spin,
then the lightning stole the show.
The end came swift, and left us in a twist,
and now its we who have to go.
Just jotted that down. I figure somebody else could do better, but I enjoyed that.
and itsa hard, itsa hard, and its hard, itsa hard. itsa hard canandiagua rainout scam's gonna fall