Tuesday
Jul202010

Bone Dry

Lonely as I sit
broke down off the highway.
Cars they sweep beside me,
on damp asphalt.
and I'm not sure where to go
I sit with the radio on.
& light a smoke.

Cause’ helplessness overwhelms us.
It’s out of my hands
I'm enclosed in a tin can
that ran bone dry.

Well, I suppose today ain’t my day.
Between the sheets I should have stayed
back in Alabama.
Oh, how the winter chill greets
the warmth beneath
my rain coat.

Cause’ helplessness overwhelms us.
It’s out of my hands
I'm enclosed in a tin can
that ran bone dry.

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