I was lonelier than Kunta Kinte at a Merle Haggard concert that night I strolled on into Uncle Limpy’s Hump Palace lookin’ for love. It had been a
while. In fact, three hundred and sixty-five had come and went since that midnight run haulin’ hog to Shakey Town on I-10. I had picked up this
hitchhiker that was sweatin’ gallons through a pair of Daisy Duke cut-offs and one of those Fruit Of The Loom tank-tops. Well, that night I lost myself
To ruby red lips, milky white skin and baby blue eyes. Name was Russell.
I was lonelier than Kunta Kinte at a Merle Haggard concert that night I strolled on into Uncle Limpy’s Hump Palace lookin’ for love. It had been a while. In fact, three hundred and sixty-five had come and went since that midnight run haulin’ hog to Shakey Town on I-10. I had picked up this hitchhiker that was sweatin’ gallons through a pair of Daisy Duke cut-offs and one of those Fruit Of The Loom tank-tops. Well, that night I lost myself To ruby red lips, milky white skin and baby blue eyes. Name was Russell.
Best thing I’ve read all week.
Then you’re in for…maybe not a treat…but something when you listen to the song