The Texas Poet Two Step

Lyrics to: The Texas Poet Two Step There won't be no Sun out on the Brazos There won't be no rain in Abilene I won't write a poem for Tom's contest And Margaret Reid won't get a check from me I'm tired of my poems lining trash cans And see'in my money go to waste And when that winners 'Click', has their party It's like throw'in a can of 'Loser' in my face chorus Yes, I thought about the contest I thought that I could win But then, reality started sett'in in I know I'd write with passion Eloquence and grace But in the end , I won't even place So, I know what I'll do with all that money I'll hold it in My hand and keep it near And the day they claim to have their Contest Drawing I'm buying sixteen dollars worth of beer. chorus Yes, I thought about the contest I thought that I could win But then, reality started sett'in in I know I'd write with passion Eloquence and grace But in the end , I won't even place Heeyah