After a hard day
Digging graves
For the Army
My old friend Jim Crow
Was sitting in his garage
And he had an idea
To set the world on fire
With a song
He wrote for his ex-wife
A thousand years ago.
So He played the song
A hundred times
Didn't get a spark
Smashed his guitar
Against the wall,
Killed a bottle of Jim Beam
And flung it out
The window,
Lit a cigarette,
Fell asleep
And at least burned
His house down.
My old friend woke up,
Walked outside
Looked up
At the pretty star filled sky
Threw up
And said to himself,
I'll be damned
It almost worked.
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