It's one of those nights one of those blue blue nights
Where nuthin' seems to matter anymore
I'm havin' one of
Those fights with myself tonight about the reasons
And the meaning of it all
Where does it end the fright I mean
For all the losers, loners and
In betweens
Don't you feel for them all
Doesn't it make your gut crawl
It's one of those nights one of those blue blue nights
When freedom and livin' been on my mind
They rode out of the west
Took what was wanted left the rest
To be striped mined oil refined way up to the
Timberline
It comes down to survivin' which means barely existin'
For old folks all folks
Except
Rich folks
MITCHELL SMITH
Lanesville
