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I got no use in quoting Dylan
or Ronk
or Cohen
but I’m hurting, I tell ya.
ain’t that okay?
I’m tossing stones ‘til
I hit something just right
and feel it
just right.
isn’t that just okay?

I’m reekin of tobacco
and these eyes can’t keep
themselves open,
but ain’t that just okay?
I ain’t for tough nights
long dirt roads
but I know where I been.
and that’s just okay, right?

couldn’t keep my bird
around my neck
and that’s no weight for her
but that’s just okay, ain’t that right?

so I’m tearin’ at what I can get
and she’s just for a crooked path home
forgetting how to run.