Tattoos in Mayberry

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I once was a young man,
who life dealt a bad hand,
and I've been knocked down to my knees.
You've seen me in soup lines
I've fallen on hard times
I'm glad my mom can't see me

I sell my pop cans and plasma
I'm scarred up and battered
I ache from this life that I lead

Get meds from free clinics
I'm warring with cynics
I pop some of those now 
and toke' some of these.
I got a dog for affection
and sometimes protection
she's there  through
the night as I bleed..

And, I'm lookin' for a way out.
Might take the jump off
the high bridge route.
Maybe then, I could get some
peaceful release.
Cause, the town folk harass me
They grimace as they pass me
They have their opinions 'bout me
and they're free

I served proudly
so boldly
but who could've told me
about the things they ordered me to do.
I killed men, I killed women
and even some children
while wavin' the red
the white over blue
Now, these wars 'bout destroyed me
my country ignores me
what I wouldn't do for
some relief from this heat.
And my heart is abandon
I sleep where I'm standin'
I'm glad my mom
can't see me.

  I'm drunk,
and I'm dirty
I'm hungry and worried,
I die every night in my dreams.
Now, It's barrooms and alleys,
 no peaks,
only valleys
I'm glad my mom can't see me.
And, I once was a young man
who life dealt a bad hand
and I've been knocked down 
to my knees
You've seen me in soup lines
I've fallen on hard times.
I'm glad my mom can't see me

In a land so bold,
my mind now thinks cold 
my frail body grows old.
I'm  glad for what my momma can't see.

.

 Buddy Bee Anthony



Vince Johnson & Buddy Bee Anthony



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