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Jun 12
A Place Called Shadeville

Well I was on the road of the straight and
Narrow and everything was going well
But my baby up and left me and now
I’m driving on the highway to Hell

Faster and faster I’m spiraling
Further and further down
I think I’m past the point of no return
And I can’t seem to turn myself around

A cloud of darkness is hanging over me
And I have no hope for a better tomorrow
I know a man ain’t supposed to cry
But here I am drowning in my sorrow

Up ahead in the distance I see a neon light
I need a place to stop so that I can think
I need some food for nourishment and
I could use a nice stiff drink

So I pulled into the parking lot to get a
Grip on the way that I feel
The sign outside says The Grumpy Goat
And it’s in A Place Called Shadeville

Written By:Charles Kean
06/11/2024
Chuck Kean
Written by
Chuck Kean  62/M/Ohio
(62/M/Ohio)   
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