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By Jack Joseph Smith
Alone
There you have it; the word right out
Sitting, looking at paper, while you
can't play a gutar, can't read music,
and can't carry a tune, for more than
ten seconds, that is,. someone else can
think it, I can too; hey cowboy, and cowgirl
too, work'in hard when you are young will
make you good looking, when, of if you get
old, there are chances that it might make
you more worn than usual, and I can not touch
a piano either; as words go through your head
while rhyme and in time mean things that you
don't look up,, roll over and work; maybe when
your singing to yourself, truth and true, are
different than when your singing to someone
else