Bobby Jensen

Bobby Jensen

Back in 76 and 77… Bobby Jensen was my friend

 Bobby Jensen like to sin… And I couldn’t say no to him

We both dropped out of school… We lived by the devil’s rules

He always smoked a camel cig… He made an art out of talking big

We never had one damn thought… Of doing time or getting caught

His dad homesteaded the state pen… His mama was a drunk loose end

My mom hated Bobby Jensen’s guts… She tried all kinds of tough love

Bobby lived for adrenaline… He loved the feel of a loaded gun

We’d go out almost every night… To break in homes on the east side

We never had one damn thought… Of doing time or getting caught

One night behind a locked gate… Of the town’s biggest estate

 A widow with a 12gauge… Removed Bobby Jensen’s face

I ran and made a getaway… I’ve been clean since that day

 Now I can’t stop the haunting dreams… About that bloody crime scene

 Yeah… Me and Bobby thought… We’d get, shot or killed or caught

Now I hate to sleep because I dream… About that bloody crime scene








Bulletproof of Youth
Texas Style Songwriter And Storyteller Poetry.
© Paul H. Keeler… A Cosmic Cowboy






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