Cold September Day

The Scales of Justice didn't tip my way, I figure from the dues I've had to pay. While thumbing down to Shaky Town I thought I turn my luck around, At a drugstore in Salinas on a cold September day. The Wheel of Fortune, rolled out the door With the owner tied and ordered to the floor. As from the till the larger bills I grabbed until my pockets filled, A gunshot woke the morning on that cold September day. My Guardian Angel flew out of town As my body wretch’d and tumbled to the ground. There close to death I came to rest, A sheriff's bullet in my chest. My ticket back to prison on that cold September Day. Never caught a glimpse of Lady Luck. But that ain't going to make me pass the buck. After 3 to 10 in Folsom pen And wondering where my life has been, I walked out in the sunlight on a cold September day. The Horn of Plenty wouldn’t blow my song, But somehow through these years I’ve got along. While never holding nothing more than Inside straights and hotel doors, I'll sit out while you dance with life this cold September day. Dedicated to Guy Clark, Townes Van Zandt and John Prine.