Monday, September 14, 2009

Trail Song


Carnal pleasures and fleshy yearnings
Take off my boots and count my earnings

A gem befitting royal splendor,
Forget your country and love me tender

Take it easy babe! Don't be gone to long,
and if your labor's lonely, then sing this song

I love you with my hide and hair
Your sleepy eyes are in my midnight prayer.


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