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Ramblin' Man
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John Yaws Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 860Texas 
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A thousand miles of highway I’ve put beneath my boots. Drifting like a tumbleweed... That hasn’t any roots. Living from a suitcase And sleeping on the ground... Morning never knows just where By nightfall I’ll be found. I fought some real bad horses- Some rougher, meaner men. In spite of all the scars I bear, I’d do it all again. I’ve seen the mighty Rockies The Arizona sand... The hills of eastern Tennessee, The snakey Rio Grande. The corn fields up in Iowa- The swamps of Louisiann... I guess by rights you’d have to say I’ve been a ramblin’ man. Pork and beans, and coffee Beside a breakfast fire... No place on earth I have to be... That life is my desire. Across the miles, and thirty years My memory does span... I’m glad I heard the siren call... Which makes a ramblin’ man. Visit My Home Page http://www.geocities.com/montcogunslinger/HomePage.html |
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INclan Senior Member
since 1999-07-20
Posts 1024Indiana, USA |
Greetings Gunslinger, I enjoyed your posting. I have seen several of the places you mentioned, but not all. I think I am a few years behind you. One thing I have noticed about the road....it is lonely. INclan |
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Saxoness
since 1999-07-18
Posts 1102Texas |
Oh give me a home...where the buffalo's roam... I do believe you arebecoming one of my favorite poets here! "Glory remains unaware of my neglected dwelling where alone I sing my tearful song which has charms only for me." -Charles Brugnot |
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