Dirt and Lace A thousand years of dirt, flow easily through his veins, and everything he's done, he's suffered some sort of pain. Ten thousand miles of heartache, another ten of road, nothing seems so simple, so the story goes. He left a peice of him in Austin, another part in Manning, and as stiff and sore as he gets, he's never far from tryin. He broke his heart in Denver then again in San Antone, and put together the peices, as he drove alone. He fell one more time, but harder then before, and if he could understand, he'd hit the road for sure. But the miles aren't so lonely, the road isn't so long, and everytime she's looking, he's scared of doing wrong. He holds alittle to tightly, cause she'll run if he lets go, but in his arms he smiles, cause he'll never know. She holds on just as tightly, so scared that he will run, now that this cowgirl, has found her the right one. So they'll work it out together, cause to them this love is new, and when it's all done, they'll hold on til they're through. Years of dirt and lace, run through his cowboy veins, it's taken all his heart aches, and washed away his pains. by Jenn LaRose Return to home Return to poem list