he sits at his typewriter getting drunk off old root beer and writes poems about old men getting drunk on root beer and writing poems.
That’s been stayin’ with me, lately
and you find yourself on the corner of 4th and Union
“It isn’t” she protested. “It’s balancing a paper insert!”
You’ve been chasing that foolish dream to hell and back.
Face to face, son, you know the truth
while you dream of rock and roll
we are fighting
and we are destroying ourselves
in spirit and in mind, let it be
All you wanna hear about Nashville is country music
It’s been said that in ancient times we humans thought of cats like gods
Thank you so very much.
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