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OneCajunCaravan
columbus ohio Born in the Bayou, raised in the deep south of Louisiana. I am a rambler, a gypsy......and all who know me call me Backpack. I play the blues, cause i often have em'
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May all who i have lost ride with me Their hands steady on my shoulder I ride for them though they not know that when i ride it isn't for show I ride for the escape, to flee my chains To ride the wind and outrun the rain I ride for being greatful i am still alive and am saddened for all who never try And on a sunny day within a mile i drop a tear or two above a sly smile To ride is to honor the thrill within Acknowledge the fear and accepting it in and if i lay over or my rear stray away let my allies of angels rite my way
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Jul 9, 2015
Jul 9, 2015 at 1:22 AM UTC
OneCajunCaravan
The Ride
May all who i have lost ride with me Their hands steady on my shoulder I ride for them though they not know that when i ride it isn't for show I ride for the escape, to flee my chains To ride the wind and outrun the rain I ride for being greatful i am still alive and am saddened for all who never try And on a sunny day within a mile i drop a tear or two above a sly smile To ride is to honor the thrill within Acknowledge the fear and accepting it in and if i lay over or my rear stray away let my allies of angels rite my way
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