Under my Hat and on my Feet
Guess I gotta get goin again. Getting a little too comfortable, time to pack up my old backpack. Gather some more dust from far off places in its tattered fabric. That’s the way it is and has been for a lot longer than I care to remember.
From where I’m sittin right now I can just about see the whole town. Even the motel I been living. There, just over that patch a woods is where I been workin since I got to town, digging up busted pipe. I’ve liked it here a lot, but that’ll be that in a few minutes. On the run on the face of the sun feeling the heat blister my feet if I stand around too long.
Packed my bag and started moving around daybreak. Went to the jobsite, collected what was owed to me. Told the boss I was leaving and thought about telling him what he could do with that shovel and or himself. But I didn’t cause I might be back through
here one day. Honest work is honest work.
Bought a wedge a yellow cheese and a......
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