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The 60's - My Bow Legged Girl

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This girl back in the 60's, she carried a guitar everywhere she went, and like she wore the loudest colored dresses and no bra and stuff, I liked her a lot...
MY BOW LEGGED 60's GIRL Lyons, Kansas, 1969 I took all of your tank tops and your hose and your sox, and I put them all together in a little brown box. I put all of your dresses and your shoes in a sack, and I wrapped it up because I knew you're never coming back. I took your funky records and your Playgirl magazines and dropped them in the trash with all your green and purple jeans. I took the clothes I bundled up and gave them away, to the Salvation Army, it seems like yesterday. You never told me you were leaving town, you never told me you were leaving. You never told me you were leaving town, you never told me you were leaving. I met a wino on the street, she looks just like you, she wears a see through blouse and she walks bow legged, too. She sings those funky songs and plays the guitar outa sight, and she takes a bath in cheap perfume like you did every night. She still sings about Viet Nam and love we don't show, guess she doesn't know that Viet Nam was 30 years ago. She's out protesting every day and carries a sign, bites her toenails ev night just like you did mine. You never told me you were leaving town, you never told me you were leaving. You never told me you were leaving town, you never told me you were leaving. She has a job but all she'll say, it ain't chopping wood. And it's funny how her money lasts, and she lives so good. She bought a brand new car one day, a pink Cadillac, and it's got a bar up in front and mattress in the back. I don't know why she thinks she has to work every day, cause I never had a job I just live on my welfare pay. She picks her nose and rolls each bugger in a sugar ball, and just like you used to do, then she eats them all. You never told me you were leaving town, you never told me you were leaving. You never told me you were leaving town, you never told me you were leaving. I married her in the park, it seems like yesterday, and I don't know what I'll do if she doesn't run away.

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