The Hitch Hiker’s LamentBeer and scrambled eggs;
and back on the road
To Mayfield;
No matter the weather
I want to get back to Mayfield:
Jackroll left me flat on my back,
His asshole was bigger than his heart;
I want back to Mayfield
My thumb is out as I face the other way I walk;
At this early light my feet are beginning to sing:
He would rub them after a gig, we’d settle
For some cigs
Get high on the pot we had left over
And make love over and over;
I want to get back to Mayfield!
There I’d be back with Lucy
Her breasts are larger than two basketballs,
But in better shape.
I’ll strip down to get to Mayfield;
Show them what I have - Lucy liked that:
But no takers, must be Quakers on this highway,
The club last night was jaded;
I sang till my throat was grated:
I feel the wind change
Mayfield is high on the range:
Swallow me darkness smother me Lucy
I am back!
Robert Hayes
The Hitch Hiker’s LamentBeer and scrambled eggs; and back on the road To Mayfield; No matter the weather I want to get back to Mayfield: Jackroll left me flat on my back, His asshole was bigger than his heart; I want back to Mayfield My thumb is out as I face the other way I walk; At this early light my feet are beginning to sing: He would rub them after a gig, we’d settle For some cigs Get high on the pot we had left over And make love over and over; I want to get back to Mayfield! There I’d be back with Lucy Her breasts are larger than two basketballs, But in better shape. I’ll strip down to get to Mayfield; Show them what I have - Lucy liked that: But no takers, must be Quakers on this highway, The club last night was jaded; I sang till my throat was grated: I feel the wind change Mayfield is high on the range: Swallow me darkness smother me Lucy I am back!
AJB
Great little video, she is lovely