Bobby Joe if i should die before I wake... I don't know if I believed in ghosts that big man we called Bull lying there wasn't nothing they could do if he'd try to wake up or let it go didn't even know it was gone until the next firestorm come
before Bobby Joe Lee had his stroke
all them years in that hospital room
but wait and see
he was like a lightning-struck tree
alone in there, blind and lost
to finish...
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