Same now as when written.. Memory of seconds recalled.. Peace Tony
Sky cloud grey doubt that way back in ’69..time I leave cannot grieve shut down this home of mine..woman she is crying, how she loved our life..I told her ‘I love you girl, you’ll never be my wife’..sold most everything stereo, sounds, car, packed my favorite clothes rose up with my guitar. Up into the wetland, there Seattle way, girls, highs the same wonder whys played good blues each day..
On road met free ones, some just seeking more, some crazy, lazy lost their way bring trouble to each door. Women brought their hometown, some still in high school, some older, bolder greedy, play man for a fool. Green trees, color flowers, country night sky stars, seen North, South in travel, no matter where you are. Love of freedom in the eye, all eyes that I met, road one pays for seconds free, take what you can get..
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