Wednesday, August 28, 2013

well, I am your ramblin man, and a quiet boy!

Well
Dear,
Know what?
'I am your ramblin man, '

Yes,
I Am,

Your ramblin man true,
And a quiet quiet boy too...
For in my quietude
me catches you,
'Down in Alabama...'
me turns a lama,
And in my city,
me finds your pity,
As kind dropping on me,
And me becomes a city
Of joy meself,

Well,
Guess what?
'I am your ramblin man,'

Yes,
I Am,

Your ramblin man true,
And a quiet quiet boy too...
For in my quietude
me catches you...
'Down in Alabama...'
me turns a lama,
And in my city,
me finds your smiles,
As generous as rains on me,
And me becomes me,
Of your goodness,

Lord,
me is Your rambling man...
True...

(Note: based on a song by Weylon Jennings...and timed by me, and me mind, )

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