Pine Young Bird
are you lost or did you hide? you're not lost but still
you hide in my sight. you never should have come down
this old road here cause your little frown will not work
on again. you better run along now don't need you here at
all. don't bring your tangles and troubles to me cause
your little frown will not work on me again. you better
run along now the scene is soon to fall. i guess i won't
tell any souls just where you stay. your face is bruised
from being thrown against the wall. we'll clean your
cutes, we'll get you food, and then we'll get you some
sleep. you'll never know or feel his angry drunken swings
again.
