Tattoos in Mayberry

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You really don't know if I'm holdin your shiny brass ring
now do ya
do ya.
And you don't  know if what I'm slingin'
is bad or good for ya
now do ya
do ya.
And, we both aren't sure we know much of what's
been swingin is.
slim, nothin', or in-between.
If you haven't the horse sense to bet or fold
High time to get off the fence before 
getting too old.
Romancing the dead last ance partner
at your high school dance.
Then you'all hobble and stagger on home.
 You don't know the hole cards 
I have hidden
now do ya,
do ya.
And, I'm sure
what you're hangin onto
underneath is fresh catch
or has  gone to seed.
You scribble down' notes
you burn white crosses on my door
til, I can't stay awake
or  even  think  anymore
It's why I'm don't know if  
you're just givin me the business
or giving me the business that I need.

I've been a lovey dovey
sleepin' bag, travelin' man.
I nest where I'm standin'
Falll out where I can.
I've planned your work
to work my plan.
I don't know 
if my trickle down plan 
is going to work for ya
for  you babe
do ya?
do ya?
And, I'm not sure if what
you're takin' as you're shirkin's
gonna work for this man of means.

Buddy Bee Anthony


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