#tonk
I dream a reoccurring dream
One that luckily frequents
I walk into a little dive bar
It smells of smoke and whiskey
I sit a table with three gentlemen
They happen to be outlaws
These aren't ordinary outlaws
They are the men that set the bar
There is the Man in Black
Next to him is good ol Waylon
Next to Waylon is No Show Jones
These men have seen it all
I sit down and order a glass of bourbon
They treat me like an old friend
They share their stories
Imparting wisdom I could never imagine
From the pain, the woe and the happiness
I take a lot with me
They tell me not to go soft
Stay the course, be who you are
As I finish the bourbon, I shake each of their hands
Giving them my honest thanks
I am an outlaw
And I hope to fill their boots one day
Oct 11, 2014
Oct 11, 2014 at 6:17 PM UTC
Appearing nightly on a hard wood floor
Pacing, pacing, and pacing
Sometimes forgetting what sleep is for
My worrysome mind is racing
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She bloomed like a lily at night
Then she faded by the morning light
Daydreaming after I sit down
Watching colors run
Then the heart ache comes around
Blinded by the morning sun
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She bloomed like a lily at night
Then she faded by the morning light
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A fertile soil where only weeds grow
When once their was a bouquet
The barren winter
Where stems will splinter
To the harsh light of day
Now I have nothing to show
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She bloomed like a lily at night
Then she faded by the morning light
Dec 2, 2019
Dec 2, 2019 at 12:10 PM UTC