Guilty Wind Or Wing

I know there’s a place called Missouri Town
That can replace what hurts in my mouth
Dirt from that land blew my face plain;
On horse I rode with rock pound reins
As if hot wood was running through my veins.

  
Once knocked off by wind
And once knocked off by wing.
So the horse kept up ‘til the fours were lame;
Feeling bad – noggin hurting – I came
And decided, where the bird be held		  
By campfire, I would have to call the name
Misery City, even tho’ there aren’t anyone around
And my head feels like an eagle is fanning
Pie-pan flames. To this wonderful city I came!
The filled-up dentist put it in my mouth		  
All the leather from the bridle, and about
A pound of grass that got spit all out.
To this wonderful city I came!
I feel so good because I have to; I only feel good
Because I have to. But I’m lucky because I’m close		  
To a creek. I’m keeping my head real close to the ground.
The only inhabitants just go back and forth and look
The same, so I stop each one and give them homes
On my flat rock. That will be the cemetery where I’m going
To sun bake, tamed and bake, soak and lay my head at.