10.15.2005

lockdown

10/15/05

when the road is your home
there’s not much’ll hold you down,
side for the sleepless nights and endless liquor
drippin’ like backwater moonshine
keepin’ you up
goin’ round in your head
like a burnin’ rat goin’ round and about,
bout everything you’ve ever done wrong
or that you never done will
and as you wrestle with those sheets
you’re wishing you were back
to Travelin’ Jack
on the roads a-runnin’ just keeping it all away
so that momma’ll never see

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