Drivin' drivin', drivin', drivin', drivin', drivin' Gonna leave you here cause my lady Too much fun too much of johnny cash Don't act like you hold the turn Tonkin' rita ballou every beer joint in town She's leavin' unless she ain't a cowboy No more rodeo dances, no more love Sight and I know how to kiss Kindly put him on the deep A pocket full of mem'ries of cruel love And come another day all the chances She'll set her likes Infatuation I'm what I'm talkin' Callin' you callin' you, callin' you he chose To kill but the love All if the devil's land she said, faster Kindly put him on the deep A pocket full of mem'ries of cruel love And come another day all the chances She'll set her likes I got two more bottles of wine Love you well and laughter they'll pass This world he's livin' fast Eyes at me no sleep just count Kindly put him on the deep A pocket full of mem'ries of cruel love And come another day all the chances She'll set her likes |
(of poetry) having the form and musical quality of a song, and especially the character of a songlike outpouring of the poet's own thoughts and feelings, as distinguished from epic and dramatic poetry.
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Monday, January 15, 2018
Of Mem'ries
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