Grand-dad was locked up in a home We sat talked of days that he held close Told me I was my father's son Talked of dream walkers past upon the land
Old Indian saved your dad soul now you are indebted to him Walk tall and live in the world but remember the day will come When you will be asked to pay back the debt because boy You are your father's son
I was hanging at the wire with bomb to let lose When I knew what to day Took a swig of like and every thing came new Like day in jack doing the jig
Rope it hung a knot or two We was happy as allowed Stall the tall oak for the view Pony waiting to unload
Terse words from a preacher man Lost his first soul Dangling fast in the sun Neck stronger than I knew
Old Shep he cut me down Escorted me out of town Marks of burn on my skin Softer than the will of kin
Gitty up left as the water ran Headed all the way to has been Sun falls to the west and I east Poncho was my friend
In a campfire light cactus balm Removes the pain of cold desert night Stars play remorse of love Anger burns bright stopped remembrance of
River is wide and long But Shaman keeps his daughter home Pony runs free in the field Guns of time sing my song
Bible in my left hand pistol in my right Humming a Yankee song as they went down Firewood was that old tree Black veil walks the hills and cries for me
Exploring the impact of literary icon Flannery O'Connor's noted legacy on the cultural realities of modern-day America, the world, and a certain author.
Exploring the impact of literary icon Flannery O'Connor's noted legacy on the cultural realities of modern-day America, the world, and a certain author.
Exploring the impact of literary icon Flannery O'Connor's noted legacy on the cultural realities of modern-day America, the world, and a certain author.
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