Rock and roll Saturday. Hangover Sunday.
You'd never think yourself a fool, until you know for sure. And I guess, deep down, I knew - just didn't want it to be true. That you were lyin' through your teeth, while you were lyin' in my sheets - and I was just a shoulder to cry on.
And I've been all over town, bundling our three kids around. Stumbling down Pike Avenue, finding out what you've been doing. Just your "artistic temperament" - least that's what you've always said. So one of us had to be strong - raise the kids, keep the house from falling down. While you looked for an escape, I nursed your hangovers and prayed, but I was just a shoulder to cry on.
from oil sands
released August 4, 2016
Whistlin Jeff M
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