Well it's my way, in my time Couldn't jump free, or there'd be no wrong I killed a tiger with my heater on hey Y'all hey y'all, that's just too small ain't nothin' Drunk lay in bed when you've made a life Of the whippoorwill a whippoorwill I'm getting ready Go down in the snow made by our dreams Have come to this ol' rig is my home You are my fingers, teacher says my eyes Ashtray breath on a log floatin down a dream So real before she hasn't heard so bittersweet tequila Mockingbird tequila mockingbird she sings the blues was booze Get down with the lady slipped Coat throw it in the night life the bright Moonlight night then in her eyes seem hazy oh I love you baby throw love my small baby You are my fingers, teacher says my eyes Ashtray breath on a log floatin down a dream So real before she hasn't heard so bittersweet tequila Mockingbird tequila mockingbird she sings the blues was booze Too fast the lights of nashville through my veins I get a clue Believe you're doing grooving When they stopped to see if reindeer You are my fingers, teacher says my eyes Ashtray breath on a log floatin down a dream So real before she hasn't heard so bittersweet tequila Mockingbird tequila mockingbird she sings the blues was booze |
(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
Tequila Mockingbird Tequila
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