Two Wooden Nickels

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I sold my soul at the flea market today
some would call it a crime
All I got was two wooden nickels
the equivelency of a dime

I served my term not too long ago
for commiting a little crime
They locked me up for twenty long years
the equivelency of my life

I met a woman a little down the road
she hitched me a ride
I had my faith in my back pocket
right there next to my pride

I was headed back to see my baby
the one that I'd left behind
I loved her dearly, she had my child
I figured she wouldn't mind

Upon the door banged these worn knuckles
I waited for what seemed like years
A beautful face, it finally answered
I broke down in tears

Can I help you mister, what is it you need
I heard the women say
If you need the lady who used to live here
She has passed away

I left that house out in the country
where I was headed I didn't know
I needed money, two wooden nickels
so I sold my soul
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Reply #1 from JoeUser Forums Top
This gives me shivers, and goosebumps. All I can say is wow. You kicked this one where it counts.

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Reply #2 from JoeUser Forums Top
this was fantastic rat, honestly, great scheme and content...my favorite thus far.

-Suspeckted
The Political Machine 2024
Reply #3 from JoeUser Forums Top
This is really, really good. I don't know if you intend this to be a poem or a song, but it stands either way. I hear finger-picking when I read this...
Reply #4 from JoeUser Forums Top
This is really, really good. I don't know if you intend this to be a poem or a song, but it stands either way. I hear finger-picking when I read this...
Reply #5 from JoeUser Forums Top
thats got everything a great trad. song has got. good work bitch
Reply #6 from JoeUser Forums Top
If i wasn't at work--my eyes would be lakes. good stuff...good stuff