"Rik Roots" wrote:
>
> A terrible thing to admit, but I've been known to post a poem to usenet
> with spelling errors in it.
Sure, most of us have.
> When it happens, I'll generally post a correction as soon as I spot the
error
>
> But that's just my way ...
Which I've done in this case, corrected version below -
> Which is now, so thanks for spotting it... if you see another, y'all
give
me a hollar.
>
> Fadeaway Encounter
>
> (fromhttp://www.myspace.com/willdockery)
>
> Life is looking lighter
> I done thrown some lucky dice.
> Packed my trunk, I'm leaving
> float down south to paradise.
>
> Going fi****ng in the morning
> with a chicken that knows my name.
> Said the sky fell down last night
> after the poolhall went insane.
>
> Fadeaway encounter
> through black hills and green water.
> If I win the lottery I swear
> I spark your daughter.
>
> Everything costs too much
> In this dirty old town.
> So we mostly stand on the corner
> clicking our heels around.
>
> Seen Ranger on the court square
> about as high as I can see.
> Mumbling about how it ain't fair
> he didn't shoot no deputy.
>
> Told me about the old man
> Arbuckle is dead.
> Then he started to grandstand
> went and let it get to his head.
>
> Fadeaway encounter
> through black hills and green water.
> Don't ask me cause it all depends
> float downstream, then float on farther.
>
> I said mister can you help me
> my pontoon's sprung a leak.
> She told me that she loved me
> then sold me down the creek.
>
> They run me from the backyard
> to Smith Station backwater ****eld.
> No I don't run no stop signs
> but I always tend to yield.
>
> Yeah once I had a true love
> Like all my friends she's dead and gone.
> That night she pledged her time to me
> came down on me like wood on bone.
>
> Fadeaway encounter
> Through black hills and green water.
> I'd give you a cigarette
> if I only had a dollar.
>
> Went down to the courthouse
> to talk about back sup****t.
> I said hey man I can't afford
> to keep this boat afloat.
>
> He's the king of Shadowville
> eats what he kills
> he's a self made man.
> Good luck to you all,
> someone has to take the fall
> he'll smile when he shakes your hand -
>
> The preacher man was snarling
> I swear he had blood in his eyes.
> The middle of Summertime
> but these streets are cold as ice.
>
> Everything I'm saying
> let me make it perfectly clear.
> The hanging judge has no pity
> rules this town with fear.
>
> Fadeaway encounter
> through black hills and green water.
> I have to remind myself this time
> I remember that I forgot her.
>
> Floating by the backlots
> Chicken's got his spurs on now.
> He's got his big red hat on
> raving about some gospel plow.
>
> I said mister can you tell me
> how can a chicken know my name?
> He said son
> all the little people know your name.
>
> Aliens ants and angels
> green monkeys in the trees
> Common folks in offices
> that kill you by degrees.
>
> Fadeaway encounter
> through black hills and green water.
> I swear if I play this game again
> I'll trade this boat for a helicopter.
>
> -Will Dockery (words) Henry Conley (music)
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Fadeaway Encounter (Mp3) by Dockery-Conley
http://www.myspace.com/willdockery
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