3 Days (random scribblings)

Wrote this after a day of listening to the blues; a hearty mix of Son House, Robert Johnson and others from that era. Don’t know exactly what to call this but thinking maybe it’s a song, sort of.



3 days down in my home,

You know that ramblin’ bone makin’ me want to roam.

3 days back in the city,

You know people here, they don’t have much pity.



Passing suits down in the street,

A good-hearted soul they want to beat.

Beat you down into the ground,

Take your money and head uptown.



Found me a good woman, she don’t mess around,

She won’t come to the city so I’m country bound.

If you’re headed my way flag me down,

And we’ll ride a forgotten highway straight into the sun.

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