savannah

down the treasury
pressin’ coins, pressin’ time
rattle rattle as they fall into the bin
lord i wish them coins was mine

always trackin’ me
no matter where i go
run down savannah, even louisiana
you follow me i know

buried coins up on the hill
can’t remember where
diggin’ ‘round dirt under my nails
lately i don’t care

what if these woods caught fire
our dreams went up in smoke
would you lay there laughin’ while the house burned down
another day another dollar another joke

Jon Houlon, Hillside Blue Music, 2002