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I Owe
by Walter LaVerne Jones
Sunday, February 19, 2006
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Grand-dad was locked up in a home
We sat talked of days that he held close
Told me I was my father's son
Talked of dream walkers past upon the land
Old Indian saved your dad soul now you are indebted to him
Walk tall and live in the world but remember the day will come
When you will be asked to pay back the debt because boy
You are your father's son
I was hanging at the wire with bomb to let lose
When I knew what to day
Took a swig of like and every thing came new
Like day in jack doing the jig
Rope it hung a knot or two
We was happy as allowed
Stall the tall oak for the view
Pony waiting to unload
Terse words from a preacher man
Lost his first soul
Dangling fast in the sun
Neck stronger than I knew
Old Shep he cut me down
Escorted me out of town
Marks of burn on my skin
Softer than the will of kin
Gitty up left as the water ran
Headed all the way to has been
Sun falls to the west and I east
Poncho was my friend
In a campfire light cactus balm
Removes the pain of cold desert night
Stars play remorse of love
Anger burns bright stopped remembrance of
River is wide and long
But Shaman keeps his daughter home
Pony runs free in the field
Guns of time sing my song
Bible in my left hand pistol in my right
Humming a Yankee song as they went down
Firewood was that old tree
Black veil walks the hills and cries for me
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