sunday morning apples

chadwick

I knew of lives led by the grey area.
Perhaps shadow people.
Sunday mornings were one of their favorite days.
Yet the worst.
Love/hate rides their wind guiding them down highways of dead ends.
You see it was the score, the pay off, the rush of smugglers flowing blood, on high.
Sunday was an early morning spiritual ride, who needs a f’in church?
2 brains but one lame.
Sack full of (youre a fuckin dumb a-hole dude) money waded in clumsy piles.
No words were (no rubber band havin frickin ass munch) spoken im sure.
2 hour one way trip, country side rural traveling outlaws.
Hawk Williams Jr. says it best im sure.
A country boy can survive.
I bet it was the robin hood mentality they breathed in.
Well some did im sure.
The Sunday meeting, river side hillbillies deal the easy does it.
Greenbacks, credit, it is accepted with a smile.
In debt forever owns a soul.
Make sure your trunk works.
Make sure your dumb ass works.
Make sure you’re a spoiled lil bastard, you money hungry prick.
It was never said.
Respect, yes, it was given.
Respect received, not always.
Nerves of steel buried in this trunk.
Coulda been 50-100 big apples.
The story unclear to the unquestioned none tongue mover.
One knows, one doesn’t care to know others business.
So it is all about the large bails of produce, a many apples.
See you next time.
A rear view mirror I heard can steer down your path.
A rear view mirror is more than just a windshield.
I heard it’s a boulder weighing on ones shoulder.
Perhaps this rear view mirror is nervous but made in steel refineries.
Its just a simple car ride bringing down bails, apple pie filling for ones brain.