It might a been a deck a cards,
er maybe we’d roll the bones.
Besides my pride & honor
my hog’s bout all this wanderin man owns.
Sometimes, I’d do the hustlin
an there’s times I was the one got hustled
but I bin down this road afore
no sense gettin my feathers ruffled.
I had my favorite hangouts
where I could generly find a game.
Soon as you’d walk through the door
they knew Wanderin Man’s my name.
Each evenin’s conversatin
centered on the journey.
That will likely be the way of things
til they load my ass on a gurney.
But afore that day comes
I've a few more miles to cover.
Lessons to teach an learn,
bout gittin along with one another.
My wanderin days ain’t over,
but there drawin mighty short,
I still do a little gamblin,
it’s still my favorite sport.
Wanderin’s bin in my blood
since I was no mor’n a pup,
my final days are a comin
but I’ll be damn if I’m a givin up.
I kin still handle a cue
though it’s really not the same.
My eyesight has gone bad
an it’s really slowed my game.
I’ve never made it big,
but I’ve managed to get by
an I’ve set aside a nest egg
to help feed me till I die.
I’ve had a purtty good run,
met lots of interestin fellers,
been to lots a exotic places,
heard some damn good story tellers.
An when they call my number,
of one thing ya’ll kin be certain,
I’ll have had one hell of a ride,
afore they pull my final curtain.
Copyright © 2012 Richard Lee King. All Rights Reserved.