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out law country...
The Wine of Dreams
Well, two tweakers high on crystal Snapped and pulled some pawnshop pistols In a roadhouse down in Alabam’ When I whupped those sonsabitches They both needed forty stitches And I got forty days there in the slam Lawman caught a lady sneakin’ me some wine I just closed my eyes and journeyed through my time
Cos a lotta mean ole southern judge’s gavels Echo through the mem’ry of my lonely travels I’m a mad dog brawler and a midnight brooder And I love to shoot the [naughty word removed] with old crapshooters Scarin’ cops who print me and then take my mugshot ‘neath fluorescent light my shadow’s almost bloodshot Sat there in my cell and pushed away my beans Wasn’t hungry while drinking from the wine of dreams
Well, that stretch just made me tougher All the knocks that I will suffer Will just pound the dents out from my faith But since then I’ve slowed my drinkin’ All that booze once had me thinkin’ That the Holy Ghost was really just a wraith Though I looked for God down ev’ry dusty mile It was often sin that made the search worthwhile
Cos I sure as hades did my share of whorin’ Slammin’ ev’ry shot an old barkeep was pourin’ While the amber current of a bourbon river Slowly ate away the levee of my liver If I quit I’d find a stripper when I’d relapse Leave them barroom queens with rugburns on their kneecaps But God forgives and blood redeems So I’m drinking from the wine of dreams
Now I’ll picture time’s relentless falling sands Landing in the space between my wishes and my plans Think of jails and churches…won’dring where I’ll be Somewhere in the middle…Jesus, there I’ll be
Each night death is closer if you’re watchin’ closely And your past just hangs behind you pale and ghostly So I’ll toast my sister up in Amarillo With a fading yellow ribbon in her willow And the Key West dolphins that’ll follow sailboats And an old time Baptist preacher with a swallow tail coat Sometimes I drink of prayer and sometimes Jim Beam But tonight I’m drinking from the wine of dreams
©2009 Robert George
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The wine of dreams... I love the title :-)
"While the amber current of a bourbon river Slowly ate away the levee of my liver" I've never read a more poetic way to describe drinking oneself to death ;-) Put like that (and picturing it played on a guitar), it paint quite a romantic picture...:-)
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Why has no one else responded to this amazing song? i love your clever rhymes, poetic imagery mixed with tough-guy diction. I suppose the pros will say it's too long, but I like it. The rug burns and the deleted word might keep it off the radio, but it would be great at a concert! Cheers! Pam Bowen
a portfolio of my other writing is at: pambowen.wordpress.com
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thanks gals.
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