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go wired for sure go action...go and it's only go like go go go go ...i just let it go go go go ....and the speed is incredible as it should be.....go go go go go go then hit post.....................................>>..........>>>>>>>>>>>>.........>>>

bongos, spanish san antonio a long way from baltimore, crazy mike in baltimore, workman's circle cemetary some where near the water front off Dundalk ave,alamo rose here in san antonio tx agudas achiem, this is my charm city now, god I love this music I could waltz across texas to it, some PBS show, Tejano?

them snakes I telll you I got to become a snake charmer in my old age

there it is that's what it is tonight

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snake charmer....yeah we were thinkin' bout this too
but I gotta go it alone momma's terrified of snakes,
which is ok she's got her hands full with keeping the
gypsy dancing girls in line, me I gots a nice lil assisstant on her way by name of Cheryl....just have to get her back from the tour with the crazed vaudevillians, think there somewhere round morocco
by now heading across n.africa....judih if you see the lil darlin' tell her I wired needs her by festival time....she knows when that is...

perpetual change
responses....views
the lookin' ya in the
face....that's the kind
I like....gut ponding layin'
it on the line....maybe
better just jammin'...improvisin'
not caring what know it alls say
the audience is the key....never let
em go to sleep...take the good people
on a journey to the otherside of L7
negative....ain't entertaining...it's more
whining when you should be wining and
dining em while you shoot your best right now shot.............

pendulum shakes this way
blasts through the iron walls
my heart, my heart

if tears could flow
i'd waterfall this one-horse town

shrieking and whining
the noise, the noise

if brains could function
we'd fly this two-bit planet

world's in a tangle
the splitsville makes
more sense than to
wrangle, or perhaps
it'd be better to take
a rocket ride, to the
other side, if ya need
me the calvary's on
the way

break open a bottle of whine
and moan our way home

oh
yeaaaahhhh

like apple pie
in the sky we
will rise and ya
know what?
ask me no ????'s
I'll tell ya no lies,
and by the way j
the calvary is coming............

every once and a while
it jumps up and kicks
you in the ass...total
action abates and ya
just gotta lie down
Zaar's down the last
couple days and I was
pretty worried, then
today he stirred now
he's out and about
a lil slow mind me, but alive...........

whining when you should be wining and
dining em while you shoot your best right now shot.............

I could have another shot, but it is a lot easier for me to just proceed as if I have no shots left, but I know it is a lie, always a hope for one more turn at bat, one more satisfied woman before I die, I watched master piece theatre the other night, the last episode of He Knew He Was Right, talk about a good death.
I do miss her whinning most of all,

"In my heart I'm pining, while her old engine's whining
With eighteen wheels a-humming "Home, Sweet Home."

if brains could function
we'd fly this two-bit planet

the road the road it never ends over that hill is zion and behind the last one too, straight as an arrow through far left texas desert, twisting up north to Ruidoso and the inn of the mountain gods. Through the Mescalero Apache reservation, it was killing me but I loved it like a mother lover, for twenty tears and a million maybe two million miles it was the sweetest home I ever had, living in a sleeper of a truck like it was my steel womb.
a truckers nightmare to run out of road, so I haunt a silicon highway

a rocket ride, to the
other side, if ya need
me the calvary's on
the way

in the the valley of death into jaws of hell
boldly they rode and well
the charge of the seventh calvary

he's out and about
a lil slow mind me, but alive...........

yeah man somedays I gots to kick myself to get going, selling my car going to get a motorcycle, somehow some way I got to get back on my wheels again, I wonder if I can get some training wheels,
Jamming with you all like trucking down the boulevard in a large car, my million mile allen watts tape in the cd, a pack of double bubble chewing gum, a pack of Merits, a mug full of good hot java, and a clear night in the desert.

like when all time stopped
in Dagsboro, Delaware the
place where the wired man
met the road, head on in '76
I had left D.C. on impulse and
moved in with a band of gypsy
ironworkers at the beach, after
a night of intense revelery and
wrestling bouts... me ...tucker and
paula got in the truck and headed
for "Stompin' 76" in Galax, Va. on the
way I had this chivas regal dream of
flight and tried to take off from the
roof of that chevy pick-up at 70 mph
I did fly right to the edge of the light
which I must add is slow and silent
when all was said and done I came
to on the highway pavement alive...
gloriously alive...although I broke the
right collarbone and was road rash
head to toe......................................

headed out of DC in seventy four, me and six elephants, memories fading fast, sambo needs a car, going to give him mine A naked feeling to be with out wheels,. My friends used to call me gypsy boy, always rolling in and out of town for years, gone before anyone could ask me how long you staying?

Now I have nailed my shoes to the kitchen floor, trucking down the info highway
BUT IF HE PAYS ME FOR THE CAR GOING IT BUY ME A MOTORCYCLE, DO A TOUR OF THE GRAVEYARDS IN BALTIMORE ONE DAY. sEE IF ST LEO'S IS STILL THERE AND DELA NOCHE'S FUNERAL PALOR, WHAT IS LEFT ON LOMBARD ST AND JEW TOWN, THE LLYOD STREET SYNAGOGUE AND THE MARKET ON LOWER BROADWAY, CLIMB FEDERAL HILL AND LOOK FOR THE TOMBS OF THE SHIP BUILDERS ON KEY HIGHWAY, SEE WHAT IS INSIDE THE WAR MEMORIAL ACROSS FROM CITY HAUL, GET ME A PHD AT POLLOCK JOHNNIES, TRYING TO IMMAGINE THE NEW BALTIMORE, I BET THERE ARE GARDENS EVERY WHERE.

BAD KEYBOARD SORRY ABOUT THIS MESS BUT THERE IT IS


http://www.guitaretab.com/j/jennings-waylon/9252.html
Three fingers whiskey,pleasures the drinkers
A E
And moving does more than the same things for me
A D
Willie he tells me that doers and thinkers
A E A
Say moving is the closest thing to being free
Waylon

road rash head to toe
went a bit slow
enoufgh to blow
it off wid a sentimental
reminiscent show
of bravado
bro

[img]running down mass turnpike
westward in winter
sunny cold day
snow an ice
my vw bus
a cargo hauler
drunk stoned speeding
loaded antiwar vets
side door open
like a chopper
here comes the calvary
for the great mother and
humble pie moment
of euphoria
before the fall[/img]

Grandpa died last week
And now he's buried in the rock
But everybody talk about
How badly they were shocked.
But me I expected it to happen
I knew he'd lost control
When he built a fire on main street
And shot it full of holes.
Oh Mama
Can this really be th end
To be stuck inside of Mobile
With the Memphis blus again. bob dylan schlepped inside the flotilla

One entry found for schlepp.
Main Entry: schlepp
Variant(s): or schlep /'shlep/
Function: verb
Etymology: Yiddish shlepn, from Middle High German sleppen, from Middle Low German slEpen
transitive senses : DRAG, HAUL
intransitive senses : to proceed or move slowly, tediously, or awkwardly

ambiient noise

tough love

the kid has had enogh tough love for a thousand lives
how the hell can i teach him zen driving, he is so impatient to hit the road. I casualy mention that people his age should be the best drivers, why are they the worse
he needs that white haired grandmother, but sometimes a uncle can do I suppose.
"When whiskey and blood run together, but I didn't hear nobody pray."
so I blot out the twisted bloody wrecks and try to find a groove, zen driving I say, and he thinks i mean something all fuzz wuzzy cool and serene, love peace and all that bullshit.
No man, it is about play, pleasure, moving, no hurry no hassle no particular place to go, everything on time on schedule, just driving, outside the car, aware of everything around you, maintaining a zone of harmony with the flow of the traffic,

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yae thats true within the constraint of survival instinct and golden mean man


you are my martini with ten olivias friendforlife
now watch me tell perezozo i love h
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