Curtis is in the jailhouse
drinking from an old tin cup.
Dehlia’s in the graveyard
she may never get up.
She’s all I got, she’s gone.
I’m bound to leave this dark behind.
Walk toward the light.
I will march straight in.
There will be questions, complaints to be aired,
reparations to be paid.
Oh Lord I made a place for you in my heart.
Please come in, take a look around then leave.
I’ll be wanting to get on my with my life.
You have taken up enough of my time, too much.
I’m going to be a rich man ‘til the day I die.
I was listening to some bluegrass blues after Christmas dinner at the Chinese Buffet.