I saw you in the gutter and I heard you mutter that you'd had your stomach pumped four times already this week. The night nurse that saved you, well, she really was an angel who you said would never label you an alcoholic bum, trash or scum. And even when your bile, so terribly defiled, stained your thin-lipped grin - she'd wipe you down and cut you a line just so you could get on your feet to sing. Well, you'll never be a saint and you may never be great but you've got a tune inside and a bottleneck slide just to give you a little peace of mind. So, if the sun don't shine and you're rotting inside you know you might find salvation, in a gutter, with a bottle at your side... bottleneck slide.
No comments:
Post a Comment