Music takes poetry where it couldn’t go alone
Took more than twenty years, but he drank himself to deathSpilling out the sweetest songs of love and roads and dirtTownes, a child of southern oilDad bought him a guitarEyes closed, he started singingTouch a million hearts Chose a life of station wagonsWriting songs to pay the wayDidn’t travel far from TexasWherever he was, he was […]
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A thousand kids in his high school classTen thousand more in the countyAll the same age, all the same placeAll of them looking at life with an eye It went pretty good for some, he sawSports and jobs and husband and wivesOthers are happy with the sidewalks they findA few got lucky. A few more died Some
Beautiful suffering, told in songBlaze Foley and old John PrineSing of life and love and longingHere on Indian Land If only we could only flyIf time could speak her mindin the land of loving huntersSounds upon the wind Boots and barefoot, feel the landSing the truth, joy and painLet it carry on the wingsthat follow every friend
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