Buck the Taxidermist


"I was a fake poor man…

Down so low, and you looked like a girl from a picture show. Small towns are headaches, when you're alone, everyone's your family if you ain't disowned. 

I was giving out directions, and green men, this way and that I did send, down to the corner where they sell ale 8, and the pharmacy where it ain't

You were wearing denim shorts and a sheepish grin, I turned my back and you did sin, You stole from my bindle like it was your art, when you stole from my pack you stole my heart."