'Looks like there's nothing gonna' take your place.'
I knew that and it's OK - sensitive feelings go away.
The shoeshine-spit-stumble I'm already used to and
the countrywide gabfest, well I'm tired of that too.
Sit me back, Parson Weems, I'm listening again.
Van Morrison goes on about Jelly Roll and 'oh
the water', but I'd rather be dry : the big
guitar is around his neck.