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1.
I still remember the big black fence
that we used to pass on the way to school.
There were no hand-holds for tiny finger-tips
and you couldn´t see through or over it.

There were rumours in the neighborhood of course
about what kind of folks lived in that yard.
But none of us kids never saw a soul
coming out or going into that yard.

One day my brother´n me tried to pry the boards apart
far enough to get a look into that yard.
I stuck my head through but my brother lost his grip
and my head got stuck between the boards.

2.  
Now my brother wasn´t strong enough to free me himself
so there we stood in the back-alley
huddled behind dirty old trash-cans
on a bright summer day in mid-July.

They say I was stuck a good half hour or so
before the retarded neighbor-boy came along.
He helped my brother pry the boards apart
long enough to get me back to this side.

Now my head was rubbed raw and I´ve still got the scars
and I remember I was crying as the two of them roared
and I remember the heat waves rising up from the asphalt
and the hot sun shining on the black, black boards...

3.
But for the life of me I can´t recall
just what I saw that day or if I saw at all
on the other side
on the other side

On the other side,
the other side.
On the other side,
the other side.

Well, call me a fool, I don´t know.
Think I mighta lost my soul on the other side,
on the other side.
On the other side.

4.
Well the years pass by now sure and slow
And I could probably climb that old fence by now.
But I don't think about it much no more.
Really don't think about it much at all.

The other side.
The other side.
The other side.
The other side.

That was long ago and far away
and childhood fences they seem small today.
Curiosity kills the cat they say
but the big black fence won't go away.

5.
The other side.
The other side.
The other side.
The other side.

The other side.
The other side.
The other side.
The other side.

Call me a fool, hopeless and blind
but the blind can lead the blind some times
Lead 'em on to the other side.
The other side.

6.

(Jam over blues progression- first 8 bars)

That was long ago and far away

The big black fence of my memories

Yeah I could probably climb that fence today

But the big black fence still remains

7.

The other side

(Repeat and fade out while jamming over blues progression.)