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you can write about your wars the battles you've won or lost you can sing about your highways all the souvenirs you tossed tell me all about sweet marie how she left you all alone how you wanted to end it all how the pain went to the bone you can drop down to your knees cry the whole night through somewhere someone lays alone from a wound cut clean an true somewhere someone is bleedin for the color you call blue sing me about your bad times sing me and make me cry tell me about your lost plans… Continue

we used to live down by the old shoe factory me ..you..and tommy..popcycle sticks in our spokes playing on the old sewer pipe drains laughin and lying, with your daddy's stolen smokes candy store dreams that non of us bought afraid of the dark..afraid to get caught be slick..be smart..use all that you got but never forget.. everyones gonna get caught everyone falls in love some time..everyone tryin to stay cool hot summer nights..50 second street fights, bleedin over some stupid rule that was… Continue

Buried in a Hundred Places It is said that everyone has a skeleton or two in their closet. I have a graveyard in mine. Open my door, and the bones of years turning down wrong alleys will come rattling out and lay at your feet, like brittle branches of a tree slowly dying. The maps and designs of how those skeletons came to be, our buried in more than a hundred places through out my path. I began writing when I hopped my first freight train back in June of 1964.I began burying my thoughts in… Continue

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