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Strung out, hung out, living on the edge
I found him in the shadows cast by that old bridge
That cardboard box is now his only home
He asked me to sit with him, he'd tell me what went wrong
He took another pull off his Mad Dog
Closed his eyes and swallowed hard 'fore going on
He said son my only sin, and this is true
Was coming to this damn town with
The same dreams as you
In his pocket pictures of a life
Most would never think to leave behind
He said doors that were once open were slammed closed
When he let the demon in that bottle take control
He took another pull off his Mad Dog
Closed his eyes and swallowed hard 'fore going on
He said son my only sin, and this is true
Was coming to this damn town with
The same dreams as you
I thought to myself, with tears in my eyes
Here but for the grace of God go I
He finished off that bottle of Mad Dog
Took another from his coat 'fore going on
He said son my only sin, and this is true
Was coming to this damn town with
The same dreams as you
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Valentine Sheldon
Cool song. Original story line. I enjoyed listening.
June 26, 2022
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