There’s a ghost in my giddy-up; A haunt in my hitch; A sidewinder in my six shooter , And a dead man in my ditch . Leaving’s always on my mind. But tonight, right here’s just fine. “ pick me up or put me down” I told The lass, through a veil of smoke, As the piano keys, black-and-white brothers Crowd the air with notes That clang and complement forgotten toasts. I compliment you , and buy a double. Dizzy damsel , I give you a turn and tell you I’m in trouble. Leaving’s always on my mind , But tonight, right here is just fine. (-glass shatters.) “See?” The reflection may be splintered and yellow But I didn’t come here to see things clearly . There’s a twitchin’ in my mustache. A terror that train station all tack up “REWARD” in cash. A true -blue black -masked notoriety. An anonymous talk of the townsfolks’ law abiding society; Leaving is always on my mind; But tonight, right here is just fine None’s ever seen the likes of my namesake, Nor knowledge of my keepsakes. A man with no kin, no not a relative or friend. a nomad’s home, I hark as hotels, my head lay again. Leaving as always is always on my mind- But tonight, right here was just fine. A no man’s land, an acre, I claim and painted in pain’s name. Ain’t North, not West, lest East, so South sounds best,….. ‘Member me, I’ll be the mist, moving’ on the morn’. Mexico’s border, by morning, I’ll be a ‘bandito’, and adios, Texan amigos, Amarillo’s a mere American ghost in my rearview, at most , another bone to break, the black bronco in my bang, bang, black coffee heartbreak- Leaving is always on my mind; But tonight, right here is just fine. I strolled, and stuck my shovel in the dirt. Digging my own six footer, too tired to cover up. My coffin’sawful crowded; I’m coughin’ dead man’s dust. My coffee’s cold; jaws chatter with the chaplain’s Christian comforts; Ma’s crying; saws cut lumber in when they lay me under. Leaving is always on my mind; But tonight, right here is just fine.
