dad’s dream…

had a dream…you’d taken off for Tennessee…went away without permission…you know…you gotta ask ’bout things like that…

no pop…didn’t know that…

you were in this jam ’cause you didn’t have any money and the cops were on to ya…

oh yea…

you know why the cops were onto ya…

let me guess…you called them…

damn right I did…not gonna steal my car…you were tryin’ to trade it in on some Dodge…

was…

you was….that’s how they caught ya’…you were gonna trade my Ford Tauras in on an old Dodge…guess you just wanted to get rid of it…

guess so…this was a dream pop…

yea…where’s the car…

out front…

give me the keys…

and the air was real cool that night as i walked through town…past strip bars…honkey tonks….used car lots…the roads were dark…lit by headlights…i was real jealous ’cause the car was back in dad’s hands…back in the hands of a crazy man…

boy get in…,dad pulled-up beside me…opened the door…he smelled like Old Crow….

where ya’ goin pop…

Texas…headin’ down there to pick me up a seniorita…

oh yea…

you wanna go or not…

sure…

and we drove into the night…down 69…to 55….interstates and highways…backroads….

never made it to Texas….

he woke-up …

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