piece's of time

Godfather.Godfather. Posts: 12,504
edited January 2010 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
wasn't so long ago this town knew your name
the people place's and unknown face's remain but they can't remember you just the same
when the wind blows down these empty street's at night I still hear your song
just like yesterday I still see the wild look in your eye's.

stick em up and put the money in the bag
mister keep yours it's the banks money I'm here for
everybody stay on the floor,don't move and you all be OK
tell the sheriff you know me,he knows my name
tell them all you just saw the ghost of Jesse James.

a V8 ford and wild pony's ride,they'll never catch me
I heard you say it every time
like Al Capone's thunder from a tommy gun your song splits the night
into thought's of what's wrong and what's right.

Godfather.
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