Where I Belong
By Gunslinger
Sitting by the highway, With my bag, and my guitar- On my way to Nashville, Where I hoped to be a star. But that was sixteen years ago- When I was thirty-two. I'm crowding fifty mighty hard, What's left for me to do? I'll pack my old blue suitcase- And take that same old box, And lug them back to Texas- With my holes in both my socks. With a lot of painful memories- And my notebooks full of songs. You're looking at a cowboy- Headed back where he belongs. I thought that I had talent- My friends all told me so. Said I needed exposure, Told me where I ought to go.... A long streak of the one night stands And fifty dollar gigs, At last I finally realized I'd never make it big. I look back on my past mistakes- I'll never right the wrong- So I'll just pack my bags, and then Head back where I belong. Written October 2nd, 2001 © on Oct 02 2001 02:01 AM PST, John R. Yaws 0 • 10
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