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When he lost his union job
She said, “you know they warned ya.”
He was supposed to go to treatment
he hopped a bus to California
To busk out on a crowded streets
playing Robert Johnson Tunes
He sold his guitar and joined an ashram
trying and dying to quit the juice
Don’t look forward. Don’t look back
Don’t need the future. Don’t need the past
Don’t look forward. Don’t look back
He fell in love with a resident nun
who smiled and turned away from him
He jumped the ashram wall
and bought himself a bottle of gin
Found a job in a used bookstore
he got an old guitar
still dreaming about recording
just went down to the local bar
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My brain is full. I can’t keep track. Might be best if I leave town.
Can’t move ahead. I can’t go back. Gotta find some solid ground.
Now he’s playing on the street again
folks put coins into his cup
for singing songs he learned as a kid
wishing he could just grow up
He’s washing dishes in a small café
thinking about the girl from home
he thought her saw her the other day
Maybe he’s just tired of being alone
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