I wake up every morning
To do what I don’t want to do
To make what I’ve got to have
To pay what has to be paid
And I smile when it’s necessary
And listen to those talking about things
I have no interest in
Because it has to be done
To accomplish what must be accomplished
And drink my coffee
Because it’s the last drug I’m allowed
And it keeps me from falling asleep
When I’m driving to places I don’t want to go
To see people I have to see
To sell things they need
That I have to get things I need
And I have no other way of getting
That is legal, or moral, or worth the effort
And I’m thinking
There must be a place
Where people meet with guitars
And mandolins
And shake your hand
And hug your neck
And play a song
And sing a tune
And share their life
With gospel songs
And fiddle tunes
And share their coffee
somewhere
where I can be
What I was designed to be
Uh huh
Hallelujah amen.
Oct 2011
