Riveting beats

Hit my seat

Steel wheels roll

Over rails made for gold

Across the plains

Locomotives screams

From my box-car

I watch the scenes

To the south

Where lands turn dry

To a house where my child, resides

Tomorrow is

Her day in the sun

A wedding not planned

But yet, sprung

Behind I leave

A cell given to me

A lesson learned

A path now cured,
Yet unsure

Out the door

I watch day for dark

Rain too,
Is television for this old fool

Tomorrow I’ll see

My girl lost from me

One I knew

Yet never seen

I was away, away
you see

This one party

I’ll make

This one for sure

With gold woven in my belt

Gold woven in my belt

Gold woven in my belt
From that last store

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