Poet Wind
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Poet Wind - David Munyon

Composed by:David Munyon/S.P Standley

I remember the feel of the falcon

As we embraced a northern crosswind

Grabbin' the wheel

You can imagine the reins of a wagon

Horses with that look like men

When fixin' to steel

Me on the edge of crazy

Back on the edge of faith

Nobody wants any money sure

I hope we're not too late

To be found painting this poet wind

Smiling like a punk again

Do you feel do you feel this poet wind

When the sun comes off the river

And the gold ya left in denver

Is callin' ya home

You can imagine the face of a woman

Resting in the hands of her lover

Plenty of gold

Me on the side of lonely

Looking for a faster track

Still tryin to pawn your sony

Never looking back

On the run chasing this poet wind

Smiling like a punk again

Do you feel do you feel this poet wind

I was a writer watching the sky

Life is so hard why do we try

Dodging your love

So you'd love me some more

Why are you lifting your rusty sword

I have no love now l am still sad

Make all the fun you want of me now

One day the promise you see

Can't be made everyone's on every drug

Man ever made

I remember as a child at macy's

There in new york city

A big parade there in 1958

Fords were cheap and every week

We'd go to the game

Yogi berra and roger marris

Baseball cards an' gum

Now l'm old and sober

Oldtimer on the run

Singing of this poet wind

Smiling like a punk again

Do you feel do you feel this poet wind

Poet Wind - David Munyon

Composed by:David Munyon/S.P Standley

I remember the feel of the falcon

As we embraced a northern crosswind

Grabbin' the wheel

You can imagine the reins of a wagon

Horses with that look like men

When fixin' to steel

Me on the edge of crazy

Back on the edge of faith

Nobody wants any money sure

I hope we're not too late

To be found painting this poet wind

Smiling like a punk again

Do you feel do you feel this poet wind

When the sun comes off the river

And the gold ya left in denver

Is callin' ya home

You can imagine the face of a woman

Resting in the hands of her lover

Plenty of gold

Me on the side of lonely

Looking for a faster track

Still tryin to pawn your sony

Never looking back

On the run chasing this poet wind

Smiling like a punk again

Do you feel do you feel this poet wind

I was a writer watching the sky

Life is so hard why do we try

Dodging your love

So you'd love me some more

Why are you lifting your rusty sword

I have no love now l am still sad

Make all the fun you want of me now

One day the promise you see

Can't be made everyone's on every drug

Man ever made

I remember as a child at macy's

There in new york city

A big parade there in 1958

Fords were cheap and every week

We'd go to the game

Yogi berra and roger marris

Baseball cards an' gum

Now l'm old and sober

Oldtimer on the run

Singing of this poet wind

Smiling like a punk again

Do you feel do you feel this poet wind

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