R.J. Wynn Poems

My mindset is get there, planning four days ahead
The details and timing, spinning round in my head
One more show, the logistics… those traffic delays
I'll be driving all night and it's getting late
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He was riding the range, he was mending his fences
Thinking about women and love and bad luck
Dark clouds began rising just like his resentments
It started to rain as a lightning bolt struck
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Eighteen wheels, young and crazy 
Your picture was framed on my dash
Though you hated my truck
My focus was squarely on cash
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Folks liquor stole my life from me
When I was just a child
And no one knew, not even me
That a craving drove me wild
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Nuts and bolts make it easy to fix an old jeep up
Put a scope on the rifle or chrome on the pick up
But that honey dew list better get some attention
‘Cause livin isn't livin when her list is ignored
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Eighteen wheels... young and crazy
Your picture was framed on my dash
If it seemed like a waste
My focus was squarely on cash
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We were once total strangers with larcenous hearts
So we grew together to be pulled apart
Still say, never say never, to each other’s sparks
Or touching each other when one needs recharged
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Baby don't call me hombre
I can't live a lie
To me Hombres stay home
Desperadoes stop by
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My sweet loving Jesus
You tell me
I don't need a reason
No silver or gold
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You lie there asleep
In a sweet dream and shine
As I sit here and think 
I'm not stoned but I'm high
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