Met up with a dancing girl somewhere down the line...
One with curves and curls she looked so fine...
Saw the lines and shadows there beneath her bedroom eyes...
Spoke of life with men who live by lies...
Lit another killer weed shot another cuervo down...
Thinking I should really leave this town...
Thinking of another woman many miles away...
A certain lie that I told her one day...

Here... I go... down the wrong... highway...
Suddenly I'm feeling my age...
Wrote her a song... it won't be wrong... someday......
Book of life just turned......  another page...

She danced to any music any rhythm any beat...
She lived with pain and blisters on her feet...
Tried to give her something but she said she didn't need...
Her sweet sad eyes looked hard and straight through me...
When I lit my morning cigarette she asked me for a light...
Could see regret in her dark and velvet eyes...
Did not try to make it better cause I realize...
Women like her don't need to hear more lies...

Meet up with my dancing girl somewhere down the line...
One with curves and curls that look so fine...
Tell her that I think of her like wind in Florida pines...
She's forever gentle on my mind...
If she ever gives it up and if she ever needs...
Would be so proud to rub her sore tired feet...
She can always find me in my Swanee Vally home...
End of trail where cowboys never roam...

Stephen Wayne
Wednesday, January 16, 2008.
Old Plank Road
For; Charlie Missie La Pointe
Wrong Highway
By Stephen Wayne
For Charlie Missie La Pointe
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