Wishbone from Beloved Stranger by Noah B. Harley

I keep dreaming riddles everytime I sleep
They preach wealth is little but a poor man’s dreams
Food on the table, roof overhead
Child in the cradle or a big brass bed

I hear noises on the second floor
Repo man’s at my neighbor’s door
What it is you want from him he can’t afford
He gave you everything but you asked for me

Wishbone see
Didn’t I shake shugaree
Everything I had is done and pawned

Wishbone should you take my soul to keep
Should I die let it be in my sleep
Remind the men of means and property
Singing what you do to the least of them you do to me

They took my watch, wedding ring and chain
They took everything except the name
Took my buggy took my horse and cot
They took everything except the lot

I keep dreaming riddles everytime I sleep…

• Acoustic
• Hudson Valley
• alt-country
• Catskill