Old song, from one of the original cosmic cowboys.
“I’m tired of drinking your muddy waters and sleeping in your hollow logs”
“Goodbye you auctioneers and guillotine racketeers.
I’m looking for a holy man out here on the old frontier.”
From Southwestern Pilgrimage (Michael Murphey)
Laeti edimus qui nos subigant!
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Born and raised in a small town in East Texas, Kramer Wetzel spent years honing his craft in a trailer park in South Austin. He hates writing about himself in third person. More at KramerWetzel.com.
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