Thelast Don Poet ABC

The American Dream

Just old me,

all that I could take,

only they can see,

roughen and hangin,

my blood is on my knee,

a prayin to my lord,

a singin like a bee,

a prayer for my lady,

i won't be comin home,

a kiss the children for me ,,

tellem daddys gone,

i won't be comin home,
 
I feel my broken bones,

a hangin in the darkness,

tellem daddys gone.

won't be comin home,

the American dream I know.

Tellem daddys gone.

I love you pudding pop,

kisses to the misses,

for all the work I've done,

tellem daddys gone.

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