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This file contains bidirectional Unicode text that may be interpreted or compiled differently than what appears below. To review, open the file in an editor that reveals hidden Unicode characters. Learn more about bidirectional Unicode charactersOriginal file line number Diff line number Diff line change @@ -1,43 +1,42 @@ # Shindig A country boy from where I'm from Who'd lived in town for quite a spell Was cryin' on my couch that night For the home he knew so well He said, "I shoulda been content to stay With twenty head and cornbread fare A little farm to hell with all this city air" 'Round midnight my ex appeared Troublin' us with her state of mind She was pissed, said we're through for good Since twelve years back, I quietly opined She said, "You used to light the world aflame Now your bike has saddle bags Your hairline's thin, your gut hangs out, you've lost your game, chickenshit" A buddy from down the coast Who'd been wastin' away too long Leapt on the table like a spring Wantin' words with God head-on He said, "If I'm gettin' one more go around Why must I first taste of death? Not sure I want to try that gamble out of bounds" Hog-Billy's stout and round He sat by my coastal friend And halfway through our supper there Little Pete is who he became instead He said, "Mind if I crash right here tonight? The moon and dark fill me with dread In shadows things can happen swift without a light" And while the pale moon shines I hear my ex in the other room Takin' that country boy to bed While Hog-Billy and my coastal friend consume Each other, and I think to myself: None of my friends are right in the head, And the rest can go to hell. That's all. -
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This file contains bidirectional Unicode text that may be interpreted or compiled differently than what appears below. To review, open the file in an editor that reveals hidden Unicode characters. Learn more about bidirectional Unicode charactersOriginal file line number Diff line number Diff line change @@ -0,0 +1,43 @@ ## Shindig A country boy from where I'm from Who'd been city-bound for a spell Layin' there cryin' on my couch For the homestead he once knew He said, "Shoulda made do with what I had— Twenty head and cornbread mush. A little patch of God's green hell from here" 'Round midnight she came callin' My old flame with her head full of trouble She was sour, said it was over now Been done since twenty-twelve, I reckoned She said, "You used to wanna burn it all down Now you got a bike with fancy bags Your hair's gone thin, and your belly's grown Chickenshit" A buddy of mine from down the coast Who'd been wastin' away for a time Jumped on the table like a spring Wantin' to talk to the Lord above He said, "If I'm meant to get another go-round: Why do I gotta die first? Not sure I'm keen on testin' that water" Hog-Billy's big and round He sat by my coastal friend And halfway through supper he changed his tune Started callin' himself Little Pete He said, "Mind if I stay the night? The dark and moon put the fear in me In the shadows things happen quick and mean" And while the moon hangs bright I hear myself showin' her out The country boy gets swept away Hog-Billy takes my coastal friend I'm thinkin': now I've really done it good Ain't nobody I know who's right in the head And the rest can piss right off That's all folks