A Feedbag Of Truckstop Poetry

D Bm G i pull over for a feedbag , i thought of you , A D Bm it wasn’t bad you had direction and drive G A and you arrived at closing time D Bm to find they wiped down the bar D Bm G A and they built you a bed laid your head to rest Bm A G and left you try to true again D Bm G you maybe proud then as it was always wish A D Bm for thought i would imagine you off G A maybe i could see you again D Bm we could sit down and have a moment D Bm and talk about your suicide G A and i would put away your death Bm A G if you could put away the dope G A and all our enemies , Bm G well there’s no time for you to know them G A any crooked mind disease Bm G but hopeless fools they will be missing you G G G G G G Bm Bm Bm A G G G G G G Bm Bm Bm A G G G G A A A D Bm i pulled over for nostalgia G D A i thought of suffering the joke D Bm no one delivered the punchline G A no resolution is here D Bm i couldn’t sharpen the view G A G and it’s still drawn to you waiting A Bm on the new but then this story G D A D has no end as we continue driving