Little Town Blues

The traffic light blinks yellow and red, you might say the town’s kinda’ dead. No one slows down, it’s a one-horse town. that face with the frown is Constable Brown. Mangy old dog a-crossin’ the street, maybe someone will give him a treat. Drunk stumbles out of Murphy’s’ Saloon, smellin’ just’ like Murphy’s’ spittoon. AContinue reading “Little Town Blues”