My Yacht is Parked in a Sagebrush Sea

here i am
almost twenty three
they all wondered
how can this be,
she had a good thing going
a mundane life guarantee
I became what I thought
everyone wanted me to be
went to school
got my degree
waited hand and foot
on some big wig
in a city doused in cheap marquee
But shit, that aint me
I had to flee
poor them to think that convertibles
at sunset coupled with
their husbands credit cards
equates to being carefree;
Try big circle,
open range sagebrush sea
atop a war pony with a soul of a
wild banshee;
I don't got much,
My house is a canvas teepee
Count the hand-me-down rig i got for free,
N' a beat to shit office seat
Shit, at least it's a wade tree

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