If you were a reamer then here is what you do

Live and love in the inside of an old worn shoe

Keep the music tapping forget all that is blue
If you want to be a great person let that person be you

Skip to the beat of the street feel its warm day

Take all the love and give it shove and damn if you an’t on your way

 Hear the bag a playing whiskey or gin and it is wine okay at the end of the day

Checking out or maybe you are just checking in

Skip to the lou my darling the smell is over you

Friend and foe will know it the gas after ass they call the flu

 Don’t take any of the candy left on the bottom shoe

A fluten note is but the goat winning after you

Lambs be the wool of the wolf sleeping in your bed

 Forest person liked the little girl now old woffie is dead

Keep the feets a tapping sing to the old yellow moon

Like a old coyote you screaming cause you is so blue

Women of the boys pound the tin cans mellow the voice of sin

Girls they like the hard ones dark on the travel’n side of sin

 Leather and hope much better than dope they go for the ride

Just the other side of hell a skip and hop climbing in gin the sack

 Sleep in the river float up the hill if you got any problems talk to Jill

An’t been to the river an’t been to the mountain but then again I an’t dead

 She is a looker all fine with the dress of the day took her to the cabin

We make love and play everyday soft is the wisdom hard is the nails

16 is jail

 If you dance for the piper he give something to eat

Lost into the wine you will soon fine it an’t so bad on the street

 Color me a rainbow let me drop to the knees; life looks better if you don’t see

Drown in the blood of a daydream take the wonder and lust every body can not be trust

 Blanket down the water in the park by the sea all the fellows think she is a lot like me

See the sunshine call for the rain every dream is a nightmare if you are insane

 If you were a reamer all will know your name as you work the kitchen of life

Some will take a place in the garden as the world now claimed for the human race

Dream me a place in forever let me find my new home I am your survivor

Never more will I roam, soft as the day in November cold as the heart gone a stray

 Death of soul is only another drink a way
sleep me a forever taste me in the wine

Heart and souls never go beyond the edge of time little is the feeling as her body dies

Kept her alive just to buy a piece of life

slow is the meter and sad is the night

Swift and sweet is the trip on the street and I cry for her body each light

Spoon is my power needle the demon I find

in all that I be I shall see

The devil that lives in her eyes as the wind takes the water

so I sleep far a way