If you see me stealing don't tell on me,
I'm just stealing a memory,
a venture in my teenage years
down Morgan Alley living the blues.
The night is chill, the air is mist,
the streetlight wears a buggy disk,
Sadie has a bottle of wine,
she's looking for a state of mind.
We look in the streets of Susanville,
we look in the bars of Chimney Rock.
If you see me stealing don't tell on me,
I'm just stealing a quick look-see
at Sadie sitting in a rocking chair
moon watching, thinking attitude.
Deep shadows hang in the trees,
I'm down Morgan Alley stealing the blues.
Tuesday, June 08, 2010
Stealing
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Hey Mike, I won't tell, I'm walkin' down the line.
PS: The word verification for this comment is tra la. Must be a musical sort of morning.
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