When I was coming up
on the stations
I was taught never go
anywhere empty-handed
someone always
needs something
(anticipate foolery)
be kind to the horses
don't bet on a sure thing
and never stand idle
watching somebody work
the better the day
the better the deed
it isn’t the dollar
(and clean up after)
now when I stumble
I fall in the direction
of things I cannot see
I still watch the weather
having little reason
to go anywhere
I carry memories
instead of come-alongs
my days aren’t numbered yet
haven't ridden a horse for years
I believe I am well loved
Perfect country rock ... (somebody please write the chords)
ReplyDeleteYou are kind, Jeffree. Wouldn't that be nice! :)
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