The Spirit of the Dreamers A thirties pickup sits in a yard, a vestige of days when living was hard. a prosperous bank and a celebrating hall, before the black blizzard engulfed it all. It’s hard to imagine in all the rotten wood but here a bustling town once stood. Run down by cheaters and schemers, It was built with the spirit of the dreamers. Here a story of the man who became a star, and his life on the road with his acoustic guitar. and the broke up families when the dust bowl came. Three generations since never been the same. Blowing leaves in the light of the moon like dancing ghosts from the years of the boom. Run down by cheaters and schemers, it was built with the spirit of the dreamers. I had a smoke at the filling station, I was overcome by a sense of isolation. From a radio by the soda machine, I heard the voice of the poor man’s king. As I drove on, the town fell out of sight, it felt like it was swallowed by the night Run down by cheaters and schemers, It was is built with the spirit of the dreamers.
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