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Forty Acres And A Mule

You look good enough

to eat.

More charm than the

road atlas allows

me to seek.

I can shoot straight

as long as I don’t

have to shoot

too far.

Forty acres and a

mule..

what will I do?

Get out of the way

white trash.

I’ll knock you down.

I’ll knock you back.

Don’t drink alone.

People find out that

it ruins their re-

putation.

And that’s a fact.

Doubting to the bone..

then find out on your

own..

that you don’t need

a nanny to fall on

your fanny.

Forty acres and a

mule..

what will I do?

I don’t mean to think,

but would you take

me home tonight?

I don’t want to be

alone.

For the thrill in my

heart is gone.

I would loose all hope

of standing alone..

if I take your offer.

Of course, I wouldn’t

have to do it on my

own.

I could charge it all

to you.

Forty acres and a mule..

what will I do?

We are no gentlemen..

are we?

And we have no honor

either.

Come on with me, it

makes no difference

now.

Proud one, proud all.

Die in the face of re-

ality..

then die all humanity.

Then die inside to see

the most kindness and

truest person I’ve

ever known to be.

Forty acres and a mule..

what will I do?

How strong you are in

the face of adversity.

I love you.

Keep your face, keep

it day and day again

if not..

well then that’s your

misfortune.

I hope you make it

through.

Where will I go?

What will I do?

Forty acres and a mule..

I’ll find a way.

As for tomorrow..

tomorrow is another day.

May 6, 1995

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