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country boy yell
cadmium

the wabash's running low,
 1
me, i'm riding high. joan's
 2
here by my side;
 3
hand working down her thigh.
 4
 
 
wimmen  should be my heaven...ummm,
 5
heaven should be dry.
 6
moans' are made for loving;
 7
i'm just made for rye.
 8
 
 
life is a push-boat... ummm,
 9
pushing-barges to the towns;
 10
it groans like a sex band,
 11
but, it's not a money sound.
 12
 
 
wimmen should be my heaven;
 13
heaven should be wet.
 14
moans' and boys are beautiful;
 15
haven't made my mind up yet.
 16
 
 
met a boy in delphi,
 17
Indiana farm. load'n hay
 18
in trailers; hay loft in
 19
the barn.
 20
 
 
Joan's now in my buttons,
 21
I'm up in the air.
 22
take a slug of rot gut rye....ummm,
 23
I really do not care.
 24

18 Jan 18


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I like this more than I should, to quote 16 'haven't made my Mind up yet',  The umms are a hard hurdle. Lets percolate. could be gold
 — sixtywatt

it's a play piece, where I'm trying to catch bluegrass song diction. and, provo, to write what people don't talk about in public. country people, when I was in my twenty's, would call me cock sucker in the daylight, and want to suck my cock at night.

thanks.  
 — cadmium

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