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Hank’s Highway
If the good Lord’s willin’ and the creek don’t rise
or the drugs don’t kill you in the back of your ride
I’ll catch you soon some Saturday night
hear Hey Good Lookin’ and I Saw the Light
but just in case you died 62 years ago
when I was 6 and too young to know
well, we’ll play a stack of your vinyl hits
ride the Lost Highway
dig down the do dips
get the chills the way you sang and played
man you were good and so soon gone
still eating rich off your song
told Minnie Pearl you were lost to night
but way you sing you bring the light
as should we
each our own
trying to reach in seed your sown.
Wear my soul through to follow your shoe
your old cold moan owning the blues
lay my heart at the beat of your feet
no matter the play, you’re a one-way street.
– Smith, 11.22.2014
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