Hard Rocker
silver hair and drabby clothes
looking rather shabby, drabby and old
eyes full of wisdom stories to tell
that would take you to heaven but could finish in hell
hes a hard rockers whose lived a life
who fought by the sword but never died by the knife
hes a hard rocker with a dirty smile who oozes confidence and has smoking
style
more style than you in his big toe
you cant help youself but go say hello
at the bar not a smoke in sight but he stinks of them
do you want a light
you look bewildered as he turns his back
walking to the duke box picking a track
patting a stool to offer a seat
as you sit you hear the beat
he strums the air as the guitar gets loud
he loves the song doesnt care of the crowd
hard rocker continues
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