Twelve Steps is a Journey

Don’t have no fancy business card that gives my phone and name
Don’t have my name outside a bank, a sign of what I’ve gained
Don’t have a truck, no songs to sing, a wife to keep me dreaming
What I have is a fifth of booze, and there in lies my demon

Could have stayed in school I guess, and studied every night
Instead I went to bar rooms, who preyed on youth’s delights
Could have taken many a job, and worked hard to the top
But when I met my demon, the climb I’d started stopped

I used to sit inside the bars keeping company with the best
Chivas, Johnny, Jack and Crow, they always gave me rest
Now I sit out on the curb and lately it’s been seeming
All I have to carry on, is me and my friend, demon

A man who stopped me on the street had something he did say
Why don’t you meet with my friend Bill, and in his college stay
It’s not a real long journey, just twelve steps to the top
I’ll take you there, I’ll lead the way, the demon we can stop

I thought of what he’d said to me, how kind he seemed to be
He’d even given a business card, no last name did I see
A first name, “Joe” a number there, in case that I should call
A simple verse spoke out to me, “to save you from your fall”

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