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I’m tired of drinking your muddy water, babe
sleepin’ in your hollow love
I’m gonna take up with a stranger,
get myself a fast-movin' dog

goodby you empty closets
my true love of 7 years
I’m on a Southwestern pilgrimage 
to be a frontier sonneteer

goodbye you auctioneers,
you guillotine racketeers,
I’m looking for a holy man
out here on the old frontier

I’m gonna bring along a lady 
who ain’t never seen a mountain before
I’m on a SW pilgrimage
where the middle class can’t 
hunt me down no more

I should have been a gypsy all along
I know that now
but I got slowed up
I let a city woman drag me down

and the contracts and the circus acts
make it so I can’t relax no more
but my stomach never hurt me none
when I was sleepin’ on the floor 

that old buzzard’s flying all around
that same old texas sky
and I take that as a sign
that it is time to either lay me down or fly

so it’s out of my house and into
my truckin’ clothes
I’m on a Southwestern pilgrimage,
where the wheel stops, 
nobody knows!

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Submitted on: July 11, 2019