Dusty Roads
By windrose
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All alone heavy shouldered in pain
Back on the roads again
I could remember when I was ten
Playing out with my friend
Those times made my life counting on
The richest girl in town
Now I’m in for shame I can’t stand
To face a stroke backhand
Dusty roads…here I come
Hold me Lord…hold me on
I need a fight and a wine, gambling all the time
I’m no stranger where I stand belonging
I’m one bitter number, done with my lover
I swear those memories keep returning
Of the place where I will die
Hmm hmm hmm
Back on the dusty roads
Still the stars shine on bright through the night
I wonder if she stays
Times of endless miles out of sight
For all my stubborn ways
And the tears falling down from my eyes
Gonna tell her why I’m home
If she knows I’ll be back one of these days
It’s just because I’m broke
Dusty roads…here I come
Hold me Lord…hold me on
I need a fight and a wine, gambling all the time
I’m no stranger where I stand belonging
I’m one bitter number, done with my lover
I swear those memories keep returning
Of the place where I will die
Hmm hmm hmm
Back on the dusty roads
Hmm hmm hmm
Back on the dusty roads
Hmm…hmm…hmm…
I’m back on the dusty roads
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Prodigal son story. Very
Prodigal son story. Very melancholy atmosphere to this poem well articulated.
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Listening to Dylan's The
Listening to Dylan's The Freewheelin while reading this. Would be nice to hear sung.
Parson Thru
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Yes I think so too.
Yes I think so too.
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Yes, feels like a song.
Yes, feels like a song.
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