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Tumbleweed 1 |
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DavePage Member Elite
since 2003-12-21
Posts 2917 |
I look over my shoulder A donkey, a One Horse Town Feet on my desk Makes a change it’s just brown And their mine for a change My life maybe re-arrange Wind coming in dry again Woman following Can I deny again Why don’t you leave gal Go somewhere that has some meaning for you Sal I’m no use to you Two guns on my hip My life on one slip And you dead in my bed Find a highbrow Find a lowbrow Find a good bell That doesn’t ring Hell This badge rings It might as well be tin Find a good man Sal My horse is my only Pal Door swept the room Sucking away the gloom I left by the shack There was no looking back The peace of night is my old friend I walk a lonely march No-one hears me move I don’t take any chance I head for the mountain Miles and miles away Away from the shadows Away from the rest of my day If they spread me out What else do I care Making their claims on my body Taking away my hair What do my people do That is different to that They take away my soul Even when I smell the rat They take away my hair So I’m old before my time They take away my words So my mind can’t even rhyme Give me that golden sunset Give me the crippled hill And let me learn to live again And not expect the bill |
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Greeneyes  
since 2000-09-09
Posts 9903In Your Poetic Mind |
these are wonderful! ~*~ |
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DavePage Member Elite
since 2003-12-21
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Thanks Greeneyes Which makes me sound like Humphrey Bogart I confess to an early life in which I listenered to Mr Ray of the lack of shoes and tears while he sang and Mr Horton on American Independence Songs End of confession I also had a lot of respect for John Wayne Dave |
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