Lonesome Highway

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Something deep inside me
feels that lonesome bitter chill
and I’ll tell you friend
I just ain’t feelin’ right
as those headlights keep a shinin’
this old cowboy keeps on ridin’
down this lost ol’ broken highway
through the night

lonesome highways full of sorrow
desperado full of sin
this ain’t my way but
I know its where I’ve been
will she love me in my sorrow
will I live to see tomorrow

Lord I’m lonely drunk
& broken down again

see my money it’s gone missin’
and my darlin she’s away
singing’ songs I’m feelin’ lonesome
feelin’ dry
getting’ thirsty for that bottle
mixing’ poison with that throttle’s
bound to leave my baby drowned
in tears she cries

lonesome highways full of sorrow
lonely teardrops full of sin
this ain’t my way but
I know its where I’ve been
will I live to see tomorrow

will she love this desperado
Lord I’m lonely drunk
& broken down again

If she see’s me through my sorrow
Lord I know I’ll see tomorrow
but tonight I’m drunk
& broken down again©

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I ain’t long for this old world

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I ain’t long for this old world
and
I’m done tasting my own tears
a desperado can’t chase love

with life in prison facing years
and
 if you see me walk alone
outside those bars I’m hidin’ in
an empty house replaced my home
a women’s heart replaced by sin
 

and I ain’t long for this old world
because its left me lost my dear
without a way to carry on 
a
love that’s never disappeared
cause there ain’t nothing goin’ right
without her love I’m livin’ wrong
and I don’t even need the lights
to see I’m not where I belong     

I ain’t long for this old world
I’ve longed to lay beside her here
without a bottle by the bed
without becoming my worst fear
my buddies tell me to be strong
but I’ve been running like a deer
from words I’ve written in a song…
without her love it won’t be long ©

A note to my baby

Imprisoned  by some bullshit things,
bread stix & bricks…my cheese and dough,
proclivity to blunt filled green, between manufactured tobacco ,
to lack remembrance of spiritual fracture…physical sweets,
its better to me, than everything
but creating a seed…
feed to this world, the wrong kind of chick..
give all my love, to a bad kinda bitch….
Its a drama for me to see in my homie…babies…
like they hold a soul….in a role that don’t know me
Its only protection pre humanized LOVE
I feel for you deep but
don’t want you imprisoned…
by this nasty dark angel,  or my foolish decision…
But I sometimes go thoughtful to how long I’ve wanted you…
and I regret that I let myself into my cell…
not a key seems to be
no attempting to breach…
solitary confinement that lets me leave this lonely hell…
but know I do miss you…like kisses…like hugs…
Its sad to replace your sweet face…
with dead end signs or bitches on drugs… 1Love! ©