Now I’m rambling through this meadow happy as a man can be

I’m better with my muscles
Than I am with my mouth
I worked the fairgrounds in the summer
And go pick fruit down south


And when I’m feel them chilly winds
Where the weather goes I follow
Pack up my traveling things go with the swallows


And I might get lucky now and then
You win some, you might get lucky now and then
You win some


I wake up every morning
Keep on eye on what I spent
Gotta think about eating
Gotta think about paying the rent


I always think it’s funny
It gets me everytime
I wonder about the happiness and money
Tell it to the breadline


But you might get lucky now and then
You win some, you might get lucky now and then
You win some


Now I’m rambling through this meadow happy as a man can be
Think I just lay me down under this old tree
On and on we go through this old world of shuffling
If you got a truffle dog, you can go truffling


But you might get lucky now and then
You win some, you might get lucky now and then
You win some

Because the 300th post on this blog cannot be angsty. And because it is finally Friday. And because it rained and I got half drenched. And the existential angst does not matter anymore.

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