Man In A Dufflebag
Here I am, just a man in a duffle bag…
Pair of jeans, pair of boots slung across my back…
Everyday’s another day in another place…
Got my dirt, got my eye, got my other face…
Town to town with my life in my black books…
Roam around dodging comments and dirty looks…
What to say, yippee yay, I’m a free man…
What to do, yes I’m doing everything I can…
Sing my songs, sing along if you want to…
Tap a toe, tippy tap tap zippy doo…
Feeling fine, feeling great, feeling no pain…
Free mind, such a state of mind, right as rain…
Jibber jabber, make no sense, no sense at all…
Does it matter, it’s my own life afterall…
Be my friend, be my enemy, I do not care…
Got so many I lost count of them somewhere…
I can stay, I can go, it’s my choice now…
Got no chains, got no leash to keep me around…
Left it all far behind, nothing but a drag…
Shake my hand, I’m just a man in a duffle bag.
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Comment by Michael S. Santos on October 17, 2012 at 6:58pm -
well thank you simon...i have to shake it up a little bit...don't want them all sounding repetitive ya know...haven't seen many others recently except for a few...i know we have some great talents here...
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Comment by Simonrainbow on October 17, 2012 at 6:51pm
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Very nice Michael. Thought provoking as many of your post are. Many Blessings and much Love, Simonrainbow.
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