FIFTEEN MILES
The road keeps rolling bend after bend,
Seems to me it will never end.
My leg must be broken and I’m moving slow,
With fifteen scorching hot miles to go.
We ran out of gasoline last week,
Luckier than what’s floating down Davis Creek.
Kathy’s fever was one hundred and four,
Jeannie doesn’t pray anymore.
There’s a doctor rumored in Candle Bay,
But that’s still fifteen miles away.
So I’ll wrap my leg as tight as I can,
Take a shot of bourbon and start walking again.
Fifteen miles of hope,
That’s a generous stretch of rope.
Fifteen miles of lies.
Politicians are morticians in disguise.
Lord, can You get me there before
I fall for good on this asphalt floor?
Jeannie please pray
For fifteen miles and one more day.
