Asleep on the highway,
No car, just me.
Hey, boy.
I can't speak very well
With a mouth full of dirt.
I think, I'm sure
I feel like I'm hurt.
Hey, boy.
The road is easy,
The road is long.
My narrow eyes see so much;
Don't keep your head down.
The doghouses boarding the path
Are full of corpses.
Hey, boy.
I can't sing very well,
My throat is sore.
I think, I feel
I'm sure that you're hurt.
Hey, boy.
Wait for me there.
Days stretch on,
But hey, boy,
Keep your head up.















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I am sitting here wanting memories to teach me,
to see the beauty in the world through my own eyes.
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