~
The sun was a
hollerin’ hot
jalopeno pepper in
the sky
~
Ahhhhhhh, the sky
all that blue
all it
did was fry
~
Fry my brain in my
head and
all the bramble
all around
~
Was thick as
sauce
spilled across
every inch of ground
~
The little pack
upon my back
was
a weary load
~
For all I owned
was in it
upon
this weary road
~
~
Ohhhhhhh, this road
made
of dust
and dirt
~
Thru the bramble
it done ramble
n’ all
it did was hurt
~
It hurt
my eyes
it hurt
my feet
~
It even hurt
my younger
brother
Pete
~
Who in San Diego
miles away
was sipping from
a tall cool glass
~
When for
what seemed
no reason at all he
exclaimed, “Ouch! Alas!”
~
~
It was
a
hurtful
road
~
Upon
which
nobody
rode
~
Good for nothin’
except
to
be cussed
~
For not a track
fer days
had been layed in
its dust
~
And where it
led
I
could not trust
~
For up its spine
the weeds
higher n’ higher
thrust
~
As
mile after mile
I
trudged along
~
Full of wonder
at how
I up n’ done gone
wrong…
~
Rawclyde
!
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~
