I'm scared a lonely. Never see my son, easy be not to see anyone, combers out to sea know they're goin somewhere but not me. Got a little poison, got a little gun, I'm scared a lonely. I'm scared a only one thing, which is me, from othering I don't take nothin, see, for any hound dog's sake. But this is where I livin, where I rake my leaves and cop my promise, this' where we cry oursel's awake. Wishin was dyin but I gotta make it all this way to that bed on these feet where peoples said to meet. Maybe but even if I see my son forever never, get back on the take, free, black & forty-one.
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