Well Old Hank said it best
When he said,
"I'll never get out of this world alive"
I keep telling myself
"Self, you'll do just fine
As long as you keep on keeping on
And keep on gettin by"
But at some point
I'm bound to break
And I won't be as strong at the broken places
Like Hemingway once wrote.
I'll crumble and wither away
A pile of dusty bones on the street corner
Beneath a hookers stilettos
The wind will come and blow
I'll be a ramblin man then,
I'll be a highwayman then,
I'll be everywhere then man...
Sep 19, 2013
Sep 19, 2013 at 4:42 PM UTC
Well Old Hank said it best
When he said,
"I'll never get out of this world alive"
I keep telling myself
"Self, you'll do just fine
As long as you keep on keeping on
And keep on gettin by"
But at some point
I'm bound to break
And I won't be as strong at the broken places
Like Hemingway once wrote.
I'll crumble and wither away
A pile of dusty bones on the street corner
Beneath a hookers stilettos
The wind will come and blow
I'll be a ramblin man then,
I'll be a highwayman then,
I'll be everywhere then man...
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