Roots Run Deep (Acoholic Dreams) Poem by William Mowell

Florida born southern raised, and a little bit dazed
Roots deep in alcohol and blood, legs knee deep in mud
Cars don't run, but I'll be sitting out in the sun
Backyard Bar-B-Q, girl named Betty Sue

Same old same old, can't ask her, so I just fold
Living in the 90's although its 2005, saw George Straight live
Give me a computer and I'll fix it, give me a car and I'll kick it
There's a ghost in my mind, and he pesters for pine

Backwoods on a steamy night, top down and nothing in sight
There's no wildflowers being picked tonight, Brooks on the radio and a couple Bud Lights
I might be back before I can see the sun, but I'll be having some good ol' fashioned fun
A table for one, a dance for two, there's so many things I wish you knew

Never go any further than that, and I fall asleep under this hat
Same ol' same ol', never filling that hole
A song takes me back to another time, just when I thought I was doing fine
A former love that never was, right when I was getting a good buzz

Another day and I'm doing well, not realizing its another three songs to Hell
Another day goes by, and I tell myself another lie
Looking for the light, in the dead of night
I promised my love for the rest of time, to a ghost of a shell of something that wasn't mine
I'll find true love someday, when its meant to be some say