Last Song of the Preacher Man
Cold gentle nights,
as owls wings flutter of these same ole lights,
I'm a sayin ,"you my good friend",
for the same ole empty faces, doin the same ole sin.
Cursed you, do these things to me,
for my body is a dangling from beyond the tree,
is it only in you i see,
just the same ole friendly me.
Why it is you hate me boss,
I know that all things are taken with a cost,
remember the nights the gentle frost,
when i spoke of the blessings when all was lost.
But the same ole empty faces, doin the same ole sin,
i knew you was just like um, but still my friend,
a letter to you, still my good friend!!!
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