A poem/lyrics about a guy who has traveled down some rough roads. |
" Rusted Out " I got a rusted out bumper on a worn out Dodge. There's an old motorcycle in the back of my garage. Coyotes on the hedge row are howlin' at the moon and the north wind's blowin' the snow will be here soon. Now the cold rain's a fallin' and leakin' through the slats. The screen door's a slammin' like a bull whip cracks. My old shack is fallin' down, the roof is leakin bad. I'll get around to fixin' it, the situation's sad. My tired back is aiken' and feelin' pretty sore. My hound dog's a layin' by the back porch door. There's some would call me lazy but most would never dare and some might say I'm crazy though no one seems to care. I traveled down a wicked road and never saw the light. The wild seed that I have sowed still haunts me every night. So, no my friend there is no end to troubles and their sorrows and in the end it's you and them that shape the new tomorrows. |