He put the handcuffs on me
behind my back,
threw me in the car
right beside the railroad track;
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Most of us can only stand back and watch someone else catch that train. what a gold nugget this is, Smoky!
Well, Ya Rote a nice poem there, Jailbird. Maybe on the way to court Ya can escape and ride with the hobos across this here land. nice stuff Smoky Christine
Wow, that`s why you are such a good poet then, you had plenty of practice behind bars...nice one
Really like this, I love this kind of story. it would make a great blues song. A fantastic poem.
On a freight train out of town, not knowing where I'm bound-this is one experience I wished I had done. A dramatic, daring and exciting write.With Merle along you two could have written some good stuff. Really enjoyed this
This is another solid poem, Smoky, and on that I can strongly relate to as I used to hop freight trains myself years ago. I loved that life and the freedom that came with it. This is a definite winner. Ther were just two lines that I found a bit confusing. They are- 'gazing out through a one by one window pane.' Great poem. Bert
Make sure you buy a ticket next time Smoky, no freedom in being behind bars - great write, enjoyed the story.
Amazing. I can hear Johnny Cash singing these lines as I read the verse.