The Sky Is Crying

Pondering my mind, sittin' in this cabin.
Drinking some gin, clearin' my head.
Dreaming 'bout daisy dukes and real tales,
When all else fails.
The sky is crying upset about the rain,
I can do without the pain.
Will tomorrow ever lead the way?
If not, only for today.
I can hear but I cannot see,
These things meant for me.
Why, Oh Why Lord, is the sky crying?

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...simple daily thoughts.