You're dried up now
though signs are clear
you we're somebody's baby
swept clean of the years
in a glimmer
hot waves ripple across your skin
revealing marks
of care
telling stories of dancing years
you brimmed with youth's passion
oil stained hands sought you
their six string's serenade
past whisky and beer
past the handrolls
past worn boot heels
and the gasoline at sunset
Now quieted
just shadows from the past
in this town
on the broken in side
there lies you in rest
waiting on that tele' twang
waiting for the boys to come home
just a honky tonk.