Over the tracks and through their hood
To the man’s corner to get some blow
The mule knows the way to where the dude stays
To the white and uncut snow oh
Over the tracks and through their hood
Taking your life in your hands as you go
But it tingles the toes
And numbs the nose
As in the ground we go oh
© 2011 Michael Yost
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Sadly, this is being played out all too often. I like this Michael.
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Two dope songs and a pub poem in a couple of daze. Time for a meeting I guess. smiles…
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I remember this tune because it has something to do with snow… and my grandma… and a horse? H? (No way, never went there!!)
Nice parody, Michael, I loved it, sad as it seems… Amy
http://sharplittlepencil.wordpress.com/2011/05/20/render-surrender/
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Black shag carpet had reindeer games in it as well… what’s up with that? smiles…
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