Sam and the Twisters were playing the 320 Club
Up near Pitcher Hill instead
We were strumming folk chords
Sitting cross-legged on my bed
Many dreams deferred
Remember that, Butch McCabe?
We never talked about it
But we shared some pain
Along the way
Racing around to Mustang Sally
Convertible tops and Catholic girls
I never thought would date me
Italian food on the north side
Tipperary Hill on the west
Got darker to the South
Until you reached the rez
I left it all
A country kid
Determined to do the city
Klasen’s Motel or the
Sunshine Inn
Blue Moon
That’s where I been
Honey Baby
Nobody can tell
Nobody left to tell!
I’m the only one