Stuck in her rusty dreams
Oh it seems
The now gone and slipped her by
The delta gone and drunk her dry
the delta gone and drunk her dry

Nights spending wild and fast
known as heartless, she danced to Cash
Playing on the juke box, no shoes no socks,
They called her goldilocks, a fire in a matchbox, hanging out by the docks, looking for that aftershock

She was casting herself a huge net
in every single place she went
All the boys were real sharp and quickly caught wind of that
Knoxville knew her well, 
Whirled her up in its spell, 
country music rebel, 
then that that real life bombshell

hit

Now she’s a single ma’, no pa’
Trying to stay above it all

Rusty Dreams (Day 17)

Frederick Joseph