Ancient Honkytonk Medicines
Oh contrary country. Oh the way we twist and shout. We fold up inward, contract and contort, explode out. Oh nostalgia's a bitch. Thank god for short-term memories. I am disposable but I run around shouting I am the greatest. I am the greatest. It's a love train. It's a G thang. Well it's ok. But oh lord, we're sinking. Well it's ok, it's ok. Oh faded from the elements, all that inclement weather. Oh ancient honkytonk medicines, red-haired strangers, my favorite Rhodes Scholar is Kris Kristofferson. And oh cracked like old leather, ultimate breaks and beats, ultimately broken, beat down, recycled, rinse and repeat. Oh three decades later I figure out that there's nothing to figure out, old man. Suddenly you're old school, you've been around the block. Save your politrickin', I'm voting GelbCallahan.
Writer/s: Andrew Spencer Goldman
