Leavin’ Outa’ Town

Leavin’ outa’ town, don’t know where I’m bound,

  ain’t no sense to frown, it’s been good to be around.

Don’t call me on the phone, I just need to be alone,

  my cover has been blown, ain’t the first time that I’ve flown.

Don’t go gittin’ down, don’t you make a frown,

  or in your eyes of brown, I will surely drown.

If the goin’ gets too hard, I might be sendin’ you a card,

  shoulda showed more regard, for the people I discard.

I gotta hit the trail, before the North winds wail,

  my life is such a fail, at least I’m not in jail.

There’s somethin’ up ahead, and unknown trails to tread,

  got some wings to spread, and I gotta’ clear my head.

With My worn-out cowboy boots, I don’t give two hoots,

  I don’t wear no fancy suits, and I never had no roots.

Didn’t mean to lead you on, I’m not that kind of con,

  as the night turns into dawn, it’s best that I am gone.

Don’t you make a fuss, that I’m in such a rush.

  the cactus and the brush, has spelled the end of us.

I might come back someday, but I prob’ly will not stay,

  all that I will say, is only that I may.

Do not wait for me, or what will never be,

  my leavin’ is the key, that’s gonna set you free.

LDT May 10, ‘23

Somewhere, somehow, a gray-haired woman will read this poem and say, “Damn! I dodged a bullet!”

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