hardtail blues

I hear ‘em moaning

500 miles

there n back

riding through winds

sleet the rain & the snow

& we stopped frozen

motel middle of nowhere

the cold stuck to our hands

& the next day we got up

went on our way again

aching in damp shoulders

hard tail blues singing

when you start out

y’gotta keep going

or you will never get to the end

& I hear ‘em moaning

but you & I know

next year

we will be back this way

again

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