Everyone Comes In Here

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Everyone Comes In HereI drove into that townshipLate one August afternoonPassed the chapel and the red lightPulled up by the town saloonThe barkeep charged me three bucksFor some lukewarm local beerHe said, “the price, is set so highCos everyone comes in here”I asked him for directionsAnd he pointed two doors downWhere some guy in a fine black suitGrinned as he showed me aroundTried to charge me a fortuneFor pine with an oak veneerHe thought I’d cave, because somedayEveryone comes in hereBut I drove out to my poor daddy’s farmTore my shirt off…took the ax from the barnFound an oak by the fence and chopped it downBuilt dad a warm bed for the cold, cold groundAnd the best florist I’d seenWas the hill by Flander’s creekI picked thirty crimson rosesWith a river on my cheekRead the Good Book by his gravesite‘bout a kingdom without tearsHeard him say, “for the price of faithEveryone comes in hereFor the cost, of the rugged crossEveryone comes in hereEveryone comes in here”©2007 Robert George