Thank you, Annie, for introducing me to Ray. (Snicker...) I'm seriously in love with him. xoxo
Drunken Poet’s Dream
By Ray Wylie Hubbard
I got a woman
who's wild as Rome
She likes being naked and gazed upon
She crosses a bridge then sets in on fire
She lands like a bird on a telephone wire
I'm gonna hollar, and I'm gonna scream
I'm gonna get me some mescaline
Then I'm gonna rhyme that with gasoline
It's a drunken poet's dream
There some money on the table and a pistol on the floor
A few paperback books by Louis L'amour
Whisky bottles are scattered like last night's clothes
Cigarettes, papers and Oreos
My harmonica's got a busted reed
My lips are chapped and about to bleed
She says, that's nothing when she was a kid
She danced with the dead at the pyramids
I'm gonna hollar, and I'm gonna scream
I'm gonna get me some mescaline
Then I'm gonna rhyme that with gasoline
It's a drunken poet's dream
I'll never pay back my student loan
Smelling like Coors and cheap cologne
She tells me not to worry about Judgment Day
She says dying to get to heaven's just not our way
I'm gonna hollar, and I'm gonna scream
I'm gonna get me some mescaline
Then I'm gonna rhyme that with gasoline
It's a drunken poet's dream
I got a woman who's wild as Rome
She likes bein naked and gazed upon
She likes being naked and gazed upon
She crosses a bridge then sets in on fire
She lands like a bird on a telephone wire
I'm gonna hollar, and I'm gonna scream
I'm gonna get me some mescaline
Then I'm gonna rhyme that with gasoline
It's a drunken poet's dream
There some money on the table and a pistol on the floor
A few paperback books by Louis L'amour
Whisky bottles are scattered like last night's clothes
Cigarettes, papers and Oreos
My harmonica's got a busted reed
My lips are chapped and about to bleed
She says, that's nothing when she was a kid
She danced with the dead at the pyramids
I'm gonna hollar, and I'm gonna scream
I'm gonna get me some mescaline
Then I'm gonna rhyme that with gasoline
It's a drunken poet's dream
I'll never pay back my student loan
Smelling like Coors and cheap cologne
She tells me not to worry about Judgment Day
She says dying to get to heaven's just not our way
I'm gonna hollar, and I'm gonna scream
I'm gonna get me some mescaline
Then I'm gonna rhyme that with gasoline
It's a drunken poet's dream
I got a woman who's wild as Rome
She likes bein naked and gazed upon
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6 comments:
You and Annie are such a dynamic duo together :-)
:-)
I'm gonna let you have him Marion. Two Rays in the hand is worth three in the bush. Heh Heh. You gotta Ray thing to be sure!
Love you My Marion. So need to sit with you a spell!
You and Annie??? Together???? Be still my beating heart. As for the poem, did we share that doob back in 83?
Ben, we're super heroes!! Up, up and awaaaayyyy. xo
Annie, gracias. Now I have 2 worthless Rays. Sheesh! LMAO! Love you!! xo
Trav, yes, Annie & I are a dynamic duo. Indeed, we may have shared a toke, but who can remember? LOL! xo
I thought I recognized you!!! Vaguely. xo
Mr. Hubbard may be one of the most "undiscovered" artists in the south. A Drunken Poet,,indeed.. lol
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