Dedicated to the memory of Gram Parsons.


High Gram


He had to move away to stay with her
Was like waving high with down low blues
Swallow sighs , roll those eyes at the news
Is all over town tonight and the bars are closing late
She 's gonna find the drink that writes her name
Pretty as the picture he tried to paint /patterns on her soul
But all he ever did was try to frame himself an offer
That was nothing but another game to lose
He had to move away to stay with her
Was like waving high with down low blues . . .



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Written on 2016-09-08 at 16:22

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