Hungry Times
Whiskey Faithful
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I'm a wanderin' traveler Sporting six old rusty strings With tales of many hungry times That make the buzzards sing These pots and pans might bang a sound But never serve the art Got a mouth that's full of many words And an empty shopping cart So here's a toast to better days Got free drinks on the house Bartender says it's my only pay Still keeps me off the couch These messages get lost at sea When radicals drown in hypocrisy But if no one buys the merch Then who will feed the band And somewhere down this dirt road There's a rose So foreign to the soil Which it grows And once it's plucked Will it forever stand Or will it fall and rot In the palms of these desperate hands Somewhere down this dirt road There's a rose So foreign to the soil Which it grows And once it's plucked Will it forever stand Or will it fall and rot In the palms of these desperate hands
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