Free Only Needs Gasoline
Driving by with a troubled mind… I saw her big black eye
She held a cardboard sign… I’m running out of time
She had a worried look… And that’s all it took
I was trying to escape… First love turned to hate
The memory of her face… And misguided love fate
Just burning gasoline… In my Chevy time machine
As she looked over her shoulder… I started to wonder
About the knife on her side… About her un trusting eyes
I said I’m going to Boise… She said I’m looking for free
I said free only needs gasoline… Then this Chevy is a time machine
I said this Chevy has wings… And it can swim streams
It can climb the highest peaks… And there’s a gun under the seat
She said help me escape… Love colder than a grave
And my love mistakes… With a man full of hate
She slid over beside me… And reached under the seat
Said just in case baby… Bad love catches me
We made it to Boise… We made love for weeks
Before she flew away free… In my Chevy time machine
She Rode a Rainbow Through Hell
Texas Style Songwriter And Storyteller Poetry.
© Paul H. Keeler… A Cosmic Cowboy
A Cosmic Cowboy 