Thursday, August 22, 2002

Sometimes the lyrics to one of my songs reflect exactly what's going on...
I wrote this last winter, but it's all about today. it's the first verse, the song's going to be on the next CD.

I could use a cold beer,
I could use some good lovin',
It's July in Fort Worth,
It's hot as an oven.
I could use some mexican food,
maybe a burger from down at Fred's.
or go home and sit by the pool,
and listen to the greatful dead.

i love the way the colors rhyme with the sky,
and how the pretty girls look at me,
when I walk by.
i love the way the birds whistle my favorite tune,
early in the morning,
when the sun comes up too soon.


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