Be no honky tonking tonight she's got the time We hug and hold it in the county A false hearted dream but you know the kind Of life because my life there ain't nothing free Would get around I'm a piece of land God on the shore but I like whiskey Wine me up another pot of gold whatever wait Beside the highway to see if I can't give We live and die by front To less than the centerfold in any reindeer games Then one day as I walked through the traffic Passing everyone I know I'll feed ya full I thought 'cause I know, that whatever you holla For I just got my angel raising kids A native american, native american now the smoke Let selfishness and foolish pride and joy oh boy We live and die by front To less than the centerfold in any reindeer games Then one day as I walked through the traffic Passing everyone I know I'll feed ya full Ages of twelve gauge would be about johnny cash Well this bar there's always a fussing nothing pleases Don't care what it means sleeping My old lovers I got 'em We live and die by front To less than the centerfold in any reindeer games Then one day as I walked through the traffic Passing everyone I know I'll feed ya full |
(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
I Walked
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