Hollow Log

We're at the gate.
They say we'll have to wait.
What the devil for?
There's new blood across the door.

There's blood upon the moon.
Can you name that tinkly little tune?
Sunny feelings, I suppose.
Broke my stride to smell a rose.

Where's my woman? Where's my dog?
Up a ways there creeps a fog.
We're on a venture. No sense of time.
That harpy music makes it sublime.

The more I wander, the less I roam.
A place up yonder to call my home.
Blood on the moon. Birds in my bed.
I might just lay down here instead.

I see them reading from a book
Above a hole. Let's take a look.
Heard some words that made me shiver.
Best we get on down the river.

It seemed so strange when then they said,
"Come on, old man, get into bed."
My hound should lie here at my side.
Don't go tonight. She warned. She cried.

Tell my woman, tell my love
I'll save a spot here up above,
Or out beyond the cabbage patch.
Kiss my lips, then down the hatch.

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