and i still don't get it
who are these?
these surplus intellectuals?
these who talked
and had enough to say
and the sense to know better
to shut up?
but didn't
like some bootleg low level outlaw
waiting for my showdown
sherriff always riding the ridge
50/50 mix
bob marley and steve earle
.003 merle haggard
.001 gram parsons
the hillbilly made it home
while the cold rain make the earth puke up diamonds
my fortune lies in some arkansas mud
like it syas in the bible
return to dust
can you apply to the FTRA online?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem