(Here is a verse or two I wrote decades ago when I was still thinking about publishing and recording songs. It’s the work of a much younger man, obviously, and, obviously, very incomplete. But, here it is, in all its glory and lack thereof If any of you country songwriters find this irresistible and want to collaborate, inquire within.)
I was thinking about findin’ some way to join up a country band
But then I’d have to learn to play the steel guitar.
Then I thought about going downtown to find me a sweetheart
With pretty hair and money and a car.
So, Lord, won’t you take it easy on this dreamer
I cannot make it easy on myself
I’m old and young and nothing’s getting clearer
And scared of getting left up on the shelf.