a cento of sorts [and a work in progress]

I was born in a small town
got tired of feelin lonesome ornery and mean

and it's up against the wall redneck mother
and ransom captive israel

I say black you say white
damn the dark damn the lie

but there's booze in the blender
that mourns in lonely exile here

gonna die in a small town
some people say there's a woman to blame