for my landlady Linda the Lady from New Yawk for being understanding My shoulders are brown having shouldered the sun I came to be a country boy now I am one First I left my keys out of my pockets then My wallet too when I never need it again But once a month at WinCo for all I know For even though late a country boy even so As with dusty dogses of the desert I Just try to make sense of life before I must die +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMXIII