Burning Hay

Burning the hay day’s flurry’s from club Sixty Eight
It was said, I would fight a buzz saw, maybe if it crossed me
Road house blues, old news but never to miscreate
For living in the condemnation was never, to be easy
You see the fear and loathing came before ever I met
Hunter S, for I was driving through decadence to sleazy
A speakeasy but never was it a black and white bet
Cruising route 68 to where rock-n-roll met the road
Where hall of famer's played, before they were somebody
Skillet fried from all the cornbread and your own code
Fast music, fast cars, fast women all aboard everybody
Getting to the club was half the fun, so we thought
Leaving blue lights behind for they gave us a rash
Where the mafia rules and nightly battles fought
Walking on glass, the parking lot was as the roadhouse bash
Before you hit the door knives, guns flash in the moonlight
Don’t mess with my brother it could end your life
Everything is on the table not coming down to daylight
Even then, it was only glorified misery, waking again to strife
Looking through the hole in the wall never wanting to go back
For all the crosses, beside the road, in hindsight friend
Not all made it through, the wrong side of the track
By the grace of God it was a song with an end

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015



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Date: 1/1/2016 7:07:00 AM
Looking back on life's experiences...later on, when many years have gone by, we wonder how we got through it all! // paul
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John Beam
Date: 1/1/2016 4:20:00 PM
For me, it was only by the grace of God.
Date: 12/23/2015 6:45:00 AM
- A great story from time back, John - Marry Christmas :) - Best wishes and hugs // Anne-Lise :)
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Date: 12/23/2015 2:25:00 PM
Thanks, Anne Lise. Good to hear from you and have a blessed Christmas.
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