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
A Cosmic Cowboy 