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Jul 2015
I'm going down Crazy Janey,
you're gonna dance in my darkness,
then I'm going racing in your streets.

We'll take my '69 Chevy to Atlantic City
I'm gonna find that big dude from LA.
I heard what happened when you two went away to the same College.
I'm gonna make that little boy pay.

I'll roll his broke body across the state line
all the way to Philly,
turn around walk back into Jersey
like Brando on the moon.

Wake up the next morning,
punch the clock on time,
at my hometown factory.

Down by the cold black river
me and my old man still hold the line.
We still cut quality steel in the U.S.A,
under smokestacks that kiss the sky.

Then me and Dad go home
and wash up, drink some cold ones,
He tells the same old stories
while I drink my fill.

I say goodbye wander the highway in the night,
But my spirit stays blinded in Janey's legs,
and in her Crazy light.
Gregory K Nelson
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Gregory K Nelson  39/M/Connecticut
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