Pain of life calls Chris to mind

A singer and liver lost in time

Keystone cops riding to the fair

Thin white line plays death

Do you feel the blues?

Cry and moan too

Sliver talks me true

Can’t play like you

Dylan plays you real

Critters run in the mourning

Still seeking your hand

Wild as those you rode

Strong as a voice hat pulled low

Water drips black and slow

Stage light drop low behind

Energy burst crackers flame

Ride a black tornado a biker’s life

Gang leaves to a Texas grim wide

Saddle tall in the sunset riding

Hard as a man should be true it is you

My head bent low in a prayer for the life

A man who was more but a man enough

Rock in his soul country born and sung

Lost another bad booze and worn out tape

Chris...........