No Citation from No Citation by Kyron Bourke

NO CITATION.

If I'd been a gambler and gambled all my luck
Then I might at least be worth a mention -
But I just walked around this town with my enigmatic air
Folding every time the game got interesting.

Now looking out across the tracks
At the chimneys on the rooftops
Where I proclaimed my love
When I was younger
All I see is distance smoke and fighters on the gable ends
For people who are taught not to surrender

Tell my boys, I'm sorry
There was no time to write the book
And it would only have contained vague indications
I've told my stories so many times
In bars and beds and dinning cars
It's hard to know the
The truth from fabrication

A ticket for the first train out
Further north or way down south,
Makes no difference
as long as we're moving.

Tell my boys, I'm sorry
There was no time to write the book
And it would only have contained vague indications
I've told my stories so many times
In bars and beds and dinning cars
It's hard to know the
The truth from fabrication


A ticket for the first train out
Further north or way down south,
Makes no difference
as long as we're moving
I'll set up in another town
Where my stories will be new
And for a while they'll believe the man I show them

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