I done forgot
What I came here for.
Soon as I took a stool
I turned for the door.
Nothin’ here for me
But lonely heartache.
These pleasures ain’t real
They’re illusions, they’re fake.
All them delights
That brighten a bar
Ain’t but a candle
Compared to a star.
Reckon I’ll ride
Get shed of this town.
Out there the prairie dogs
Won’t let me down.
Gonna sleep in the open
Where nothin’ much matters
Fall asleep on the prairie
Maybe climb Jacob’s Ladder.
Wednesday, January 6, 2016
Climb Jacob’s Ladder
Posted by The Dashboard Poet at Wednesday, January 06, 2016
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