Arizona
when I came to I was in Arizona playing bottleneck guitar
whoever’d hit me stole the dollar fifty I was saving for the bar
I was nursed to health by a wealthy widow from Pompeii
when I’m in danger it’s always a stranger who comes and saves the day
she held me close and told me of the oceans and volcanoes from her home
sounds great I said but it’s late and I’d really rather roam
don’t leave she cried I believe we would be happy if you stayed
but she’s in love and I’m rather reluctant so I’m calling it a day
on the slow road out to California I met Poseidon’s son
I told him nep was my favorite tune but he didn’t get the pun
I felt sea sickly as he pulled me quickly underneath the waves
but nothing’s like a bath in the aftermath of such a day
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