Tuesday, January 19, 2021

Overheard at Booth 3: idea for song


Every Dawn

                D                             C                                 G

They never knew you worked for years to get us here.


Walking twenty miles a day to sell your wares.


With a needle and the thread long past midnight


And every morning that dawned you would start it all again.



And then the dawn came and finally you escaped.

He bought a house where you could stay

Your hands they slapped the masa into three meals a day

And you nietoes grew up in the language of this strange place.


And then one day you broke your wrist and everything changed

The body you once knew began to fail.



[need last two lines]

keep at three stanzas, no chorus




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