Song for Franc

I own half a horse and a dead man's suit
An old chain watch and leather boots
Weathered face and worn out hands
From the drinking and working the land

Can't remember much before
The blur of war
But I need a drink
Whenever I think
Of the things they had us do there
Young and green as we were

Through the open window
I hear women talking low
About the things I've done
And how I'm so far gone
There's something written
On the bones under my skin
It'll be right there on the ledger
When I reach St Peter



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