I Was Young and Alive

Nineteen seventy five-
God, I was young and alive-

Had not yet married my first ex-wife-
Ahead still was all that shit and strife-

Waylon and Willy, real country from real rebel Texicans we saw-
Fast cars, fast motorcycles, fast horses, fast women and running from the law-

Texas in her hay day, cold beer on a hot night-
The feeling of a firm necked women in the dim dashboard light-

Saturday night sins, hung over Sunday mornings without regret-
In the autumn of life the memories come flooding back yet-

Be not deceived you will sow what you reap-
Guess that’s why I proudly wear the badge of the family black sheep!

The Ole Dog!

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