Times gettin' hard, boys, money gettin' scarce;
If times don't be no better hyar, boun' to leave dis place.
Take my true love by de han' lead her roun' de town;
When she see dat yellow boy she almos' faint away.
If times don't be no better hyar, boun' to leave dis place.
Take my true love by de han' lead her roun' de town;
When she see dat yellow boy she almos' faint away.
Wed, 2014-02-26 15:56
#1
Not sure what to make of this... I like the dialect, interesting anecdote or conversational piece, but doesn't really feel poetic to me.
Wed, 2014-02-26 16:00
#2
Poetic reply: "pallid and hollow / we’ve drifted / in this town / for centuries / and no one’s home"