Roving
By Nishi Serrano
I’m-a hungry, I’m-a hungry, I’m-a rovin’ an’ empty
ma boots is all muddy an’ the tin can is rusty
poor fool in the saddle who’s bottle is broken
an’ the sky is whiskered like them devils in Jersey
Percolatin’ skin under the sun an’ the gin
I’m-a hungry an’ rovin’ an’ drowned as ma sins
Good luck to ya beggars an’ braggarts with whores
I’m-a hungry an’ rovin’ soon to knock on yer door
Shuck ma with shooters not one bullet bites
ma hungry tum itches to scratch out yer eyes
I’m-a hungry, I’m-a hungry, I’m-a rovin’ an’ empty
a dead poke in tatters, a zombie ma friend.
