W(o-a)ndering
Why are there no female Christopher
Hitchens?
It's apparently about to snow
in Wichita.
It's funny how one can
adjust to make a home out of nowheremotels. (something I've thought about for
awhile now, but haven't written out loud.)
Was feeling impertinent earlier. Then,
revolutionary. Then, conciliatory. Now: tired.
Goodnight from a booming
Nashtown.
Standing on the corner with a nickel or a dime,
there used to be a rail car to take you down
the line
Too much beer and whiskey to ever be
employed,
and when I got to Nashville, it was
too much soldiers' joy --
Wasted on the
wayside, wasted on the way,
if I don't go
tomorrow, you know I'm gone today.
Back,
baby, back in time --
Wanna go back when you
were mine
Back, baby, back in time, I
wanna go back when you were mine.
Black
highway, all night ride, watching the tides fall away to the
side,
Clear channel, weight and load, is coming
in loud, and my mind let go
Peaches in
the summertime, apples in the fall,
If I can't
have you all the time, I won't have none at all.
Oh, I wish I was in Frisco, in a brand new
pair of shoes,
stead I'm sitting here in
Nashville, with Norman's Nashville blues,
So
come all you good time rounders listening to my sound,
and drink a round to Nashville, before they
tear it down.
Back, baby, back in time
--
Wanna go back when you were
mine
Back, baby, back in time, I wanna go
back when you were mine.
Hard weather,
driving slow,
the buddies and the hags are in
town for the show,
oh,
darlin
the songs they
played
and all i got left is the love we
made
Back, baby, back in time
--
Wanna go back when you were
mine
Back, baby, back in time, I wanna go
back when you were mine.
-gw.
Posted: Tuesday - February 13, 2007 at 04:57 AM
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