Tobacco Farmer
if i were a tobacco farmer
i would smoke
while i tilled
and drink
bartered beer
while
i harvest
you ain't missing anything
i reserved
missing
just for me
everybody thinks i want you
i don't know who picked your shirt
but your mama's good lookin'
and your pay is dirt
and then
everybody thinks i want them
i just want you to think
everything little thing that you're doing
is just for me
everybody knows I want you
behind the bar
i stood with you
you were smoking camels
i was smoking blue
and now
now i'm smoking you
when i go
and hit the road
it's gonna be the things
that i told ya
that i think you should know
everybody knows I want them
if i were a tobacco farmer
i would smoke
while i tilled
and drink
bartered beer
while i harvest
you ain't missing anything
i reserved
missing
just for me
everybody knows i want you
The day before was a revival
Yes or no
Believers and spirits
and the tortured eyes fallen in between
We sang for you, we sang for me
The night before was a battleground
Tooth and nail
Survivors and martyrs
and those who protected the old and young
but we all fought and we all won
The moment before was a silence
Heart and soul
Lullabies and sonnets
filled the empty night and choirs were formed
finally I stood motionless
watching the bullets pass by
each one closer than the next
I wondered if one could kill a man
and the moment passed
Some watched the sun rise against the dark
Night to day
Philosophers and artists
and the enjoyment of recognition
tiny heartbeats, small fists, and drums
Today we are free