No Place To Land

Corporate suits and their mannequin men
Swear they have the plan
Less money comes, more money goes
We have no place to land

Business wantons and renegade deceivers
Pass laws from hand to hand
As steel, glass and concrete crumble
Leaving us with no place to land

Big business thrives on sordid affairs
Putting blinders on the average man
Courtesans of lies and great illusion
Abandon us, leaving no place to land

poem by Edwin Robinette
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Roll Big Mamma Home

Well, another cup of coffee
Then I'll move on down the line
I'm exhausted with this truckin'
So, I think I'll bide my time
And go on home
Go on home
Yeah, I'm fed up with this truckin'
So I think, I'll roll big mamma home

Well, eighteen wheels a hummin'
Singin' endless highway blues
I'm tired of restless lonely nights
And payin' union dues
I'm goin' home
Goin' home
Yeah, I'm fed up with this truckin'
So I think, I'll roll big mamma home

(folkpoem)

poem by Edwin Robinette
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Movin' To The Country

I'm gonna get myself out of this city
I'm gonna get myself out of this city
Gonna get myself out of this city
Cause livin' here is just a pity
I'm gonna get myself out of this city

I'm gonna breathe myself clean country air
I'm gonna breathe myself clean country air
Gonna breathe myself clean country air
In the city, they aint no air there
I'm gonna breathe myself clean country air

I'm gonna get myself a jug of moonshine
I'm gonna get myself a jug of moonshine
Gonna get myself that jug a shine
And I'm gonna have a real good time
I'm gonna get myself a jug of moonshine

I'm gonna get myself some country women
I'm gonna get myself some country women

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poem by Edwin Robinette
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