| Bourbon soda over ice, in the basement shade
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| Got it made, no one here, just the beer man’s dog
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| Howling at the moon heat gnawing on a bone
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| Waiting for marty to get home
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| Marty’s in the bath house yanking out the gray
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| Getting older ain’t a party it’s a good damn play
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| No wonder dogs howl. |
| they can see the rider coming
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| Waiting for marty to get home
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| Used to be a girl then a woman then nothing
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| The quilt is in the corner by the oak console
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| The phone rings once a day just like a daughter
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| Waiting for marty to get home
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| Blend in with the city and the watering hole
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| Doesn’t talk he wants to think but he can’t anymore
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| The basement game is over. |
| there’s food left in the fridge
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| Waiting for marty to get home
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| The milk man doesn’t stop here and the bone is chewed to bits
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| Stack of mail and old newspapers in the overgown yard
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| The light bulb on the back porch takes it’s last breath
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| Waiting for marty to get home |