I heard the coyote cry
lonesome sound
& the fire crackle
imaginary harmonica,
telling lies about peace.
There is no law out here,
out here on the prairie,
moving doggies,
where men die
with red-eye whiskey
broken dreams.
May 10, 2014
May 10, 2014 at 12:21 AM UTC
I heard the coyote cry
lonesome sound
& the fire crackle
imaginary harmonica,
telling lies about peace.
There is no law out here,
out here on the prairie,
moving doggies,
where men die
with red-eye whiskey
broken dreams.
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