High Times and Misdemeanors

High times and misdemeanors

Sheriff's back in town

There are no losers or winners

When you're this far down

Sirens are blasting

I'm too lost to be found

Lovers can't be choosers

When their guns are in the ground

Lights flashing in passing

They say crime doesn't pay

I'm not saying, I'm just asking

I'll know for sure come judgment day

There's a bucket in the sand filled with bounty

You've got the right of way

I'll probably die in Tulare

But you could still get to L.A.

Call me a thief or a gambler

Either way, I just lost my bet

Time may be running out for me

But there's hope for you, yet

If I could change just one thing

That night out on the terrace…

I'd have taken off your wedding ring

Coyotes howl at that train whistle

Dogs barking at the moon

This old meat has turned to gristle

Probably turn to dust, soon

Time is of the essence

On this last day in June

Meet me at the station

On some other afternoon

Call me a thief or a gambler

Either way, I just lost my bet

Time may be running out for me

But there's hope for you, yet

Hope for you yet

Hope for you yet

Hope for you yet

© 2010 Britta Lee Shain