Lawrence Hall
Dispatches for the Colonial Office
As I was a-walking One Morning for Pleasure –
We See Stories as We Walk
From “Git Along, Little Dogies”
-American, traditional
The road doesn’t end here, but something did
In the lonely dark, with a cigarette and beer
A can of Miller Lite drained out last night
And a cigarette end, to mark an end
An end to love, now faded in the sun
One of each, not two, an empty man
Going home alone, stopping here a while
And wondering why his everything went wrong
The road doesn’t end here, but something did -
And maybe there’s a job waiting in Wyoming
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