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40 Days

Ridin’ on a dark road

‘most forget the light

Lookin’ at the long goodbye

Do not miss that fight

I’ll climb on up toward Zion

Make the journey mine

Relax into the promise

One dream at a time

   Forty days… longtime gone

   Forty days… waitin’ for the dawn

Doesn’t make a lot o’ sense

But love sometimes just don’t…

Keep you in the present tense

And bein’ honest won’t…

Make you rich or make you brave

Win the day or make the save

But honest is its own reward

When you’re walkin’ forty days

   Forty days… longtime gone

   Forty days… waitin’ for the dawn

When the thirst and loneliness set in

You want to hold a hand

Reach for a drink of love

In the eyes you name as friend

Scuffle down a dirty road

But best not go alone

When you’re walkin’ forty days

From nameless into known

   Forty days… longtime gone

   Forty days… waitin’ for the dawn

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Bill Withers’ Guitar

I watched Bill Withers’ old guitar

gather dust at Tamarack

I wondered why a dreamer/poet

would ever turn his back

On a life of creativity

making rhymes and songs

Only later to find out

the man had suffered many wrongs

A D35 from Martin

sits alone behind the glass

Made me wonder how a man

could let them kick his ass

How could he just tour and sing

and burn the muse within

While people stole his soul

and didn’t give a damn

No story’s ever completely told

I’m sure Bill’s never will…

fully see the light of day

threats, terrors, and hidden thrills

But sad to say, the industry hacks

silenced another voice

Murdered his music with overplay

then drove off in their Rolls-Royce

Someday Bill might play again,

reclaim his old guitar

But he’ll really have to throw it down

to best his yesterstar

The songs might still burn within

his broken soul and yet

Bill’s old guitar’s still behind glass

and he ain’t playin’ yet…

Bill’s old guitar’s still behind glass

and he ain’t playin’ yet…

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