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My Bourbon Street Life
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Podcasts Poetry
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Peak #16
Peak in subgenre #2
Author
Ben Burton
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Ben Burton
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January 10, 2008
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My Bourbon Street Life © Ben Burton I laid awake, my tired bones ached, the wind was downright bitter A park bench bed, stars overhead, and cardboard for my pillow A four day growth scratching my throat, gray streaks along my temples Six years apart, yet in the dark, I thought about her dimples Cause love is built for pain as much as cold is built for winter Living wrong and being left puts hurt right in the center The drinks I spilled and dreams I killed, prove love is only borrowed Past being saved, a pauper's grave awaits my lost tomorrows Ain't no shame in losing Winning doesn't make it right Fate has done the choosing But I'm tougher from the fight A calloused soul is in control In my Bourbon Street life And growing old is not a goal In my Bourbon Street life My ears half-froze, can't feel my toes, a wintry mist is falling Open my eyes to paradise, I smell a dumpster calling Jump to my feet and in the street a garbage truck is rolling I bust my hump to get the jump, before it starts to loading Open up the dumpster door, fresh sweet rolls, there are plenty Then blowing through the alleyway, a bill, looks like a twenty I give it chase, dive, scratch my face, and see that it ain't real And just my luck, I watch that truck as it consumes my meal Ain't no shame in losing Winning doesn't make it right Fate has done the choosing But I'm tougher from the fight A calloused soul is in control In my Bourbon Street life And growing old is not a goal In my Bourbon Street life I gave up caring long ago Survival's all by instinct now I used to pray, but what's the use The things I've lost cannot be found Ain't no shame in losing Winning doesn't mean you're right Life sometimes does the choosing But I'm tougher from the fight A calloused soul is in control In my Bourbon street life And growing old is not a goal In my Bourbon Street life TAG And God how much I try to lie But my heart still takes a beating ev'ry night
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