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Friday, October 9, 2015

Me And Waylon

Flying down a highway
It's just me and Waylon
Hanging on every line
Every rhyme has me swaying
I know he's a long time gone
But I still believe every word he's saying
Riding down a highway
Just me and ol' Waylon 

Every now and then my mind slips away
Looking back to remember
My favorite two bit whore
I can't believe I ever loved her
Guess, because I don't anymore
That old lines getting longer
My bedroom's a revolving door
Still every now and then I remember
My favorite two bit whore

Big Bertha back in Beaumont
She still turns me on
Like a shotgun whiskey chaser
And a Billy Joe Shaver song
Freight trains and cocaine
And blue eyes crying in the rain
Aching with a freedom
That borders on insane
But nothing does a damn thing for me
Like Kris Kristofferson

That old phones a ringing
Everybody wants to play
I don't mind'em coming 
But everybody wanna stay
If you ain't got no cash
Then you can't afford to pay
Still I don't mind you coming
But you can't afford to stay

Flying down a highway
It's just me and Waylon
Hanging on every line
Every rhyme has me swaying
I know he's a long time gone
But I still believe every word he's saying
Riding down a highway
Just me and ol' Waylon