aye! a wayward wind

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The wayward wind is a restless wind
A restless wind that yearns to wander
And she was born the next of kin
The next of kin to the wayward wind

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In a lonely shack by a railroad track
She spent her younger days
And I guess the sound of the outward-bound
Made her a slave to her wand’rin ways

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And the wayward wind is a restless wind
A restless wind that yearns to wander
And she was born the next of kin
The next of kin to the wayward wind

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Oh I met her there in a border town
She vowed we’d never part
Though she tried her best to settle down
I’m now alone with a broken heart

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And the wayward wind is a restless wind
A restless wind that yearns to wander
And she was born the next of kin
The next of kin to the wayward wind

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The

next

of

kin

to

the

wayward

wind

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~

song

Herbert Newman & Stanley R. Lebowsky

art

James Roderick

Clyde Caldwell

& Kaleya

beautiful models anonymous

editor

Elvis Bojangles

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end of the road

by elvis bojangles

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i developed a stigmata

in big town on the other coast &

rode away ’til

it turned into a potato

rubbing up to my jewels

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this hernia reflects nothing less

in the sacred mirror

than the happy face of her

belly button that flashed 

before my blessed eyes in the

city of sisterly love

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~

the only thing that could ever

slow this hobo down has done it

with the blessings of

sofia and jehovah above

~

i am ready now

to catch the ball and streak

across the veil

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~

& i will do it

joyfully lovin’

her

every inch of the trail

so help me god

!

(text copyright clyde collins 2017)

vision on the mountain

~

in the fading daylight

a rickity  tramp

finds a place to lay his bedroll down

city lights shine below & above

the big dipper pours

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it’s good to get away

from the noisy chapel floor

where the other

weary men lay

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~

his only neighbors

on the jagged hill of slag

are a coyote behind a pile of chunk &

another old tramp

a navajo indian

on the otherside of a little chasm 

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~

go

ahead

tell him

what to do

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~

elvis bojangles

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art courtesy of daniel eskridge

http://fineartamerica.com/profiles/daniel-eskridge.html

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text copyright clyde collins 2017