At the Bar
At the bar, at the bar
Where I smoked my first cigar
And my nickels and my dimes rolled away
It was there by chance
That I tore my Sunday pants
And now I can wear them every day
This trail-driver's parody of On the Cross comes from Austin
and Alta Fife's book Heaven On Horseback. JN
JN
Thanks to Mudcat for the Digital Tradition!