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Wastrel's Lament

Wastrel’s Lament

© Harris Tobias

There isn’t much a man can do

To tell the world he’s here

Maybe write a song or two

Or cry into his beer

I find the world a bitter place

That cuts a man no slack

It either spits right in your face

Or stabs you in the back

My baby said she loved me

But I caught her in the hay

She was cheating with my best friend

So I shot her where she lay

My folks could give me little

They never had a dime

My Ma took to the bottle

My Pa died in the mine

I used to have a sister

They tell me that she’s gone

She walked the streets of Wocester

With a fellow on each arm

I used to have a brother

I heard he’s in the pen

He’s serving life for murder

I’ll not see him again

Life’s been an aimless ramble

From town to dirty town

I drink and fight and gamble

And curse the cold cold ground

I drink and fight and gamble

And curse the cold cold ground

Harris Tobias · 1509 days ago
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