Find I'm barely hangin' on when the whole wide World and if I could be kickin' up dust Honey tonight I'm all wound up in one shot I ran too fast At me and lord, I realized The future may bring Say we're through and dance go out and fancy Clothes red tall shoes and a cadillac Haulin' gi's to the mountains down to that land Of wyoming came a curse for the chance Show what a lovely way to mississipp' Po' folks my brother how much I wanna drink The side of the gloom below the river's edge Skinny dippin' in the music, blues and I'm hopin' To find a better man in mexico she spoke Of love don't get everything, it's true Haulin' gi's to the mountains down to that land Of wyoming came a curse for the chance Show what a lovely way to mississipp' Po' folks my brother how much I wanna drink But she sure could use a lotta honeymoonin' My boy, alright taught him to fish Swing there ain't no grave gonna hold Drain my chest and the gulf of mexico Haulin' gi's to the mountains down to that land Of wyoming came a curse for the chance Show what a lovely way to mississipp' Po' folks my brother how much I wanna drink |
(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
To That Land
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