Townes Van Zandt
His sadness poured like sweet honey
I listened to Townes cry the blues
Across the strings of his old guitar
Silver words to my soul I found true
Out of nowhere thunder crashed
A blue door slams hard in my face
Clouds parting, heaven shines through
Misery pours through my heart with grace
Don’t drop the rope in the well with no bucket
Living is hardly living if the water you drink
Tastes bitter like vinegar on a stick
Love is sadness and much more than you think
© 2007 Dayvid Graybill
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