Blue rain Red river
2-6-05
He sat by the edge of the river and he cried, thinking about what use to be, life has been quite a ride,
And the one thing that he loved, had left him all alone, that was the day his pickup truck was stolen from his home,
So he cried ...a Blue rain as the Red river ran on by, and he thought about, the low mileage and how his dodge would fly, Big enough to run over anything in his way, his truck was more important then his sweet girl Maryjane.
In the tranquile pools of water in the slow of the river bed, he sees his past reflections filling up his aching head,
He skipped a rock across the water and watched it zip on down, till it slowed and dissappeared, like his truck that cant be found,
And he looked up to the heavens and asked for some help to find his love, "good lord take the girl, I need some assistance from above"
So he cried ...a Blue rain as the Red river ran on by, and he thought about, the low mileage and how his Dodge would fly, Big enough to run over anything in his way, his truck was more important then his sweet girl Maryjane.
"oh yes", His truck is more important then his sweet girl Maryjane.