Tread tired burning rubber souls, dread agonies thread through
and frost bit, in the hunt I speak of, you did not desert
with winter Herod bearing down so desperately on you,
Ain't got no time for nothin' now but you-ouou
Ain't got no time for nothin' now but you
Ain't got no time for nothin' now but you..
©2014 Gary Ottoson
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