Border Country
Black jack hills roll into Tennessee Where toughs bounce Mississippi boys In honky-tonk parking lots, A Saturday night sport. “That’s the curve where he lost it. Just too durn drunk to know what hit him Jumped four strands of barbed wire and flipped in that gully. Junior was thrown free, But it sliced his head off just above the eyebrows— Sheet metal and brains, Just sheet metal and brains. Kept the casket closed at the funeral.” You don’t want to know where that smoke comes from Drifting out of hidden hollows. “One time, me and Joe Frank went squirrel hunting Way back...
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My muse sings only country— An eighteen wheeler siren Crying, dying, going somewhere With a juke-box beat. I am road-house Homer; Honky-Tonk laureate, Truck-stop troubadour Singing to steel-guitar wails And humming tires. I am highway minstrel Teasing tears from good ole boys When waitresses are Didos In a cross-country Odyssey My muse sings only...
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