Down those lonesome tracks (Tribute to Neal Cassidy)

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Down those lonesome tracks

that led to somewhere back

a time of red roses by the side of a shack

pool rooms and fresh news

from out of a gunny sack

He talked and he talked

as he drove all day

taking us further and further away

I miss him today. sweet Neal

Innocence sweaty, sensual and scarred

there can be no other bum so proud

there can never be a truth so loud

as Neal

Headin’ down those lonesome tracks

looking for a home cooked meal

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