Trying To Write A Country-Western Hit

My songs have been my messages that I tried to scatter across the back sides and along the steps

of the fire escapes and on the window sills and through the dark halls. – Woody Guthrie

My baby sold the farm,

took the money, left town.

I crashed my pickup truck

sent my dog back home.

Tomorrow’s too far to walk,

too soon to lie down and die.

 

(Chorus) She said I’d get what’s coming to me.

What’s coming to me is you.

 

(twangy achy steel guitar solo goes here.)

 

Still have my gun,

gun’s a whole lotta fun

didn’t mean to shoot up the town

but Lordy I was feelin’ down.

Now I gotta run round and round.

 

She said I’d get what’s coming to me.

What’s coming to me is you.

 

 

 

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