Cecil Otter
...Good For Once
now this new jack can sit in the old room going for brokewrangling wild horses with my toes in the ropeholding a smoke, i lay back and enjoy the dragi may be broke, praise the fact that i employ the flagburners on freights make it hard to watch the road sometimeslooking for a place to stay in barbershops with open signssoaked in wine, booze smoke and wisdomnow I'm the right mood to hold the rhythmor hold some wholesome womenpick up the old six string and write a song for Folsom Prisonbut i never shot a man and i never been to Renoguess i'm better off a man with plans of heading toward Toledoi guess i'm better off that man alone2005 still kicking like old habitsstill sticking with no address and mattresshalf this life spent in these skate shoes i've spent walking to the beat of a break throughi shake a few hands, hug a few strangersmake a new fan and cut a rug and loop laternew rater of the lost breaks and base linestrying to discover some peace on the freight lines8 or 9 hollows and i'm feeling like a 50 spotchanneling my lady luck to see what that gypsy's gotshes looking up today smiling at the thunderstormplaying her tiny violin to keep my hunger warmSongtexteso while a hundred horns blow for the wrong reasonsi write my song singing so long to all the heathensgreetings to the good riddanceits time for your bad come backso come back
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