Old Speckled Hen,
Kris Kristofferson
and a big block of hash
Sunday afternoon coming down.
No water in the pond
woman with
rake in hand.
My harp has gone dry
and the paint brush
collects dust.
Work's got me with a
pocket full of cash.
The sky's greyed
I bet my friend"s up the creek
another's on the move
following my dreams South.
Fraser ain't answering the phone
And Jerry with guitar in hand,
somehow I wish I was
somewhere in between or
someplace else.
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