decatur

go on your way, little puppy, i'm heading off down town, got
some blues to make in decatur, some alleys got their tug, i'll
be cooking whiskeys, brown as butter in a pan, shaking tears

with slippy sally, taking down her yellow man; there's some
roaming got no ending, fights that never come to stop, i'll go
wearing my new cemetery suit, special pocket for my piece,

down decatur way