I could say it's all her fault. She never had any patience at all. I'm a complicated guy, and she didn't try to understand. I could claim I had nothing to do with the fact I'm lonesome and blue.
Got a call last night from an old friends wife, said I hate to bother you. But Johnny Ray fell off the wagon, he's been gone all afternoon. Well, I know my buddy so I drove to Scullys and found him at the bar.
A mist halos the meadow. And a soft wind breathes a whisper through the trees. As I lean against a hickory. I close my eyes and I can almost see. . The ghostly forms of blue and gray.