Dreams My Stuff is Made Of

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Dreams My Stuff is Made OfThe pot-bellied deputy forked over his usual feethen followed Jeb to the shed past the pumpkin patchJeb filled an old tin cup that lawman drank it upand said "though your hootch sure goes down smoothit's strong enough to shine my badgeso what's your secretwhat's in this stuffis it the copper coil how long it boilswhat's it made of"Jeb said "it's the corn and yeastcrystal water from the creekjust enough heat and last but not leastthe secret ingredient is lovecos I hope to save enough somedayso my gal and I can steal awaybuy a houseboat on Galveston Bayso I've gotta sayit's dreams my stuff is made of"Jesse stood on that stage free whiskey was his wagehe drank some first to soothe his nerves in that rowdy saloonwhen drunks n cowboys laugh and cryit's mostly beer or smoke in their eyesbut that night they cheered n cried cos of Jesse's tunesone guy asked"how do you write that stuffwhat gives you fire keeps you inspiredto sing both tender n tough""well, it's ev'ry road my shoes recallrhymes born of coyote calls n alchoholmountain sunsets but most of allthe secret ingredient is lovecos I'm not built for nine to fiveand I want pink roses and pearls for my wifethough she's content if we just surviveI live an artist's lifeso it's dreams my stuff is made of"when you find a craftsmanwho's good at what he doesyou can bet he'll say "it's not wood or paint or clayit's dreams my stuff is made of"(c)2006 Robert George