In which our hero, who was born to write songs, tries to figure out his life with help from the interviewer.
Sunday, January 24, 2016
one farmboy
maybe it's me
maybe I'm unlucky
but it's plain to see
everyone is fucking
in this no-tell hotel
except for me
oh, how lonesome
can one farmboy be
why did I leave
Tollerton, Alberta
in New York City
everyone is hurtin'
and I'm damn well sure
I'm the next in line
oh, how much trouble
can one farmboy find
it's so damn sad
it's so damn lonely
it's too damn bad
I'm the one and only
man whose life
is overripe baloney
compared to everybody else's
I can't stay
it's expensive in Manhattan
papa, start cooking
it's time to grill the fattened
calf and welcome
your prodigal son back home
oh, how could one farmboy
feel so all alone
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