———- THE SONG WRITING BARD———-
Someone ask me to write a Song
I told em it’d have to be short
Cause I didn’t have Long
On a lonesome night in the Rain
I ran off with my best friend’s wife
And skipped town on the Southbound Train
She left me in Nashville for a gambling Man
I couldn’t of cared less
For I’d done hooked up with in a Hippie in a 69 Van
I ran into bad company in South LA
And I’ll regret that
Till my dying Day
If I’d listened to Momma and her Advice
I’d be living free enjoying the good life
Having a home a car and every thing Nice
My old friend found me looking for his Wife
I ended his search
With my Bowie Knife
So I’m in a hurry my life’s about to Terminate
Me and Folsom Prison’s Old Sparky
Are about to keep my final Date
-The Bard Henry Hill