from the road
all I’ve got
well, been real busy with you know what but it’s time for me to post. this is all I’ve got. thanks.
I Well sure, I remember when old glacier came ‘round, cut all these upstarts down to size, left in bootprints in mud mountain bluebirds. II ran off chasing after big orange oily moon, spilled my rat guts on the road ain’t no trouble follows this joy and this pain, don’t seek no trail to blaze