Vince Bell
Poetry, Texas
dallas in the mirror.winter morning, cold as hell.me and my six string,no one else.collar to the wind,future in the breeze.hardly seems that far away,you know what i mean.highway 59drove just like a dream.asphalt tops, yellow linesstill call me...post office box, poetry, texaswandering and working,living off the cuff.some things never changei can't get enough.the train's in kansas city.new york's a parking lot.you can tell where i amby where i'm not.post office box, poetry, texas.
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