THE STICKS

Took a trip, from the sticks

Hit the city by night

Got off of the plane

Ah the city lights

Took a cab that smelled bad

To the walk of fame

Freaking out at the sight

What a crying shame

Dropped to my knees

When a gun went off

Heard a scream about the time

My lunch was lost

Ignorance in the city

Brings bastard luck

Too many old movies

In my Chevy truck

~~~*Chorus*~~~

What the heck was I thinking

Should be home drinking beer

A yearning for the famous

Is what brought me here

Now I’m roaming with the homeless

Been shot at, gotten sick

Too much for a boy

Coming from the sticks

 ~~*~~

Some zombie-looking dude

Asked me for some change

A strung-out painted lady

Motioned me her way

Started sweating at the thought

They could smell my fear

Need a stinky old cab

To get me out of here

I’ll come back and walk the stars

At the break of day

I've heard that the sunlight

Keeps the freaks away

Then I’m heading home

Goodbye Sunset Strip

I’ll just watch old movies

Safe in the sticks

~~~*Lyrical Bridge~~~
My friends asked about my visit, what was the worst

And I said take your pick
They smacked me on the back, Laughed until they cried
At this poor country hick
~~*~~

~~~*Final Chorus*~~~
What the heck was I thinking
Should be here drinking beer
A yearning for the famous
Is what took me there
I was roaming with the homeless
I got shot at, and was sick
Too much for a boy
Coming from the sticks
~~*~~

 
Teresa Lynn Johnson
Wrdspnr@aol.com
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