![]() Praying for a miracle, to a God that lives on the ranch. "Fraulein" skips too much for a song rarely played. Would they miss me when i'm gone? Will the church ever knew I even came in for 'the class" Will I be forgotten like this fading song. I'm beginning to wonder if I was just a big rouse. The woman is gone, haven't heard from Bobby too. The Bourbon becoming mighty tasty, the moonshine invents me a new shadow. No one is there but a smile, and hey are you going to make it to the thrift market tomorrow? I dream a life when I could be set free, I can feel this disease begin to throw around my body. Loneliness consumes them, his body aching and her clothes are misplaced. At least in my head I can hear them both sing.Įnvious branches whisper, hissing snakes tell me what's up, ![]() I'm sitting here on a broken wooden stool, got my guitar playing sad songs from Woody Guthrie's death bed. He idolized wealth and talked about his future as a lawyer just looking for that break. But, it often catch him looking down her dress and drinking his fare share of wine. She seemed overjoyed and telling me' remember' he's my my high school best friend. He was classy, she liked to have a little fun. Stumbling through the mud, Cindy Jane never seemed to have one speck of dirt. Pollution rises, and my cowboy boots were cutting up and greasy.ĭog shit welded in and yet the pills make you work like a cat on melatonin. Maybe you were paying for your debts dodging Vietnam and working for your bottle. I hid the battles of the diseases, I can feel the arthritis cramping up on me. The spiritual boys would always boss the town into the hypnotic bible. In the hollars of Knott County, Kentucky. We planted some trees, raised a few children, dogs and hogs. She was an unwritten poet and cooked better than time could stand still. I knew a girl named Cindy Jane, hair like Crystal Gayle. His boots were steaming and his death-wish were rails or a collapsing hill. Some big boy from the big Pike said 'We Don't think much of guys like you" ![]() Knott County I had a long hair and thought I was heading West.
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