Wednesday, March 4, 2009

a letter from Alabama.

Like a locomotive wheel
feeling real as steel
Hearts are just bound to break
Well I am off on my way
Rolling night and day
Highways calling my name

You know sometimes~ maybe always
You know sometimes~ I'll be there

Well, I wish that I could say
Wish I could stay
But now Aprils turning to May
If you see me in a while
Thank you for that Smile~
Talking 'bout an ld friend.

'Sometimes'  wsp  Keep on travellin light,  Charley.

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