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It was
only a sign by the side of the road,
But it said “Leaving El Paso Town”,
Now I wander the highway from dawn until dusk,
Never knowing where I will be bound.
I left
Old El Paso the night of the fourth,
November, Two Thousand and Three,
With a ten dollar bill and a pack on my back,
Fulfilling my need to be free.
Now
I’m out on the highway hitching a ride,
From one dusty town to another,
Remembering the tears and the words that were
said,
When I left both my father and mother.
My
childhood was fine and my teen years were too,
Over time it just wasn’t enough,
I needed the freedom to go my own way,
Not thinking that it would be rough.
The first
day was great, I was out on my own,
The whole world was laid at my feet,
I would fend for myself and believed in my heart,
The adventure would really be sweet.
The next
day was better, for in a small bar,
I met a cute girl named Samantha,
I bought her a drink and we started to talk,
And she said she would drive me to Tampa.
Then on
the way there, getting low on the gas,
We stopped for a bite and a fill,
I offered to pay with what little I had,
But she said she would handle the bill.
She went
on inside, I sat in the car,
Just waiting for her to return,
Then gun-shots rang out and she quickly jumped
in,
Hit the gas and caused rubber to burn.
Now
I’m living each day of my life on the run,
Regretting the seeds I have sown,
With my father and mother in El Paso Town,
Oh my Lord, I just want to go home.
by David Ronald Bruce Pekrul
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