Alley Cat from Harbour by Tim`s Myth

Holes in my head from the alley cat
Devil’s charm in the walking stick of this man
Man’s headed for the alley
Seven days of the Hebrew life
Bibles’ thinned in spite of himself
Man’s headed back to land with the cat on his back

No thanks man I think I’ve got this under control
Me and my cat have been so far south, you’d never know
On the rail road pass the coast of San Francisco
We go south awhile

Desert storm the nights grew dim
Rail road tracks led on right for him
Rail road man said hop on
We’re going for a ride down south
To sweet beyond
This liberty I’m singing here
Then I need a place to hide away
And I need a place where I can say
A cold man with the golden book is a lover
A lover for his name

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