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maybe I wasn't so smart after all
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The Ramblings Of A Madman sitting in a strange room in a strange place with a strange woman
In what seemed like a never-ending cascade of days and nights
some so hazy I'm not sure they were real if it hadn't been for the fresh scars
early winter was not the time to be out on the road on a bike in Colorado but the dim lit bars filled with the smell of stale beer cigarettes and cheap perfume was telling me it was time to go
besides I knew the fight was coming it was just a mater of when
not that I was ever one to avoid fighting when it came the time
I just wasn't sure anymore if she was worth fighting for
with a hand full of downers and two thirds of a bottle of Jim Beam I was ready to run or rumble and I'm not sure I even cared which
but yeah something in the air was telling Me it was time to go
that two lane blacktop was calling my name
dressed in My leathers with as many clothes as I could put under them knife in my boot gun tucked under my jacket saddle bags packed ,She asked where the hell I thought I was going
somewhere warmer than here
I've decided you're not worth killing a man over your ass
the last thing I heard as I kicked the bike to life
was something to do with being a no account son of a bitch
Yeah I can live with that
other than I figured I was at least a smart no account son of a bitch
then again who rides a chopper with a spinger front end over Red Mountain Pass in November ?
maybe I wasn't so smart after all
~ D Donner ~
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