The Day Too Tough to Die

[couchgrouch]

The Day Too Tough to DieI stayed up late drinkin' bourbonwatching boxing on HBOout on that oil patch by dawnwhen that wicked whistle blowsafter almost twelve hoursI had twenty minutes leftwhen Rusty broke his leg falling off a rigand I hadda finish his shiftthen after fourteen hoursI saw a vulture in the skyand Buddy I was sure, he'd get me beforethe day too tough to diewell, I headed for the tavernwhen I punched out at the patchwhere some big hombre from the bajajust won an arm-wrestling matchwhen he challenged ev'rybodyI slammed a shot and said "I'm next"his biceps had tattoos of buzzardsthat flapped their wings when he flexedbut when he felt his forearm crackin'he couldn't help but crycos the vultures on his skin, took a bite of himon the day too tough to diethough I felt just like a zombieI'm living with a blondiewho likes makin' hot love witha man that has midnight on his breathafterward we kissed goodnightand my pillow felt cool n softbut soon as my poor head hit itmy alarm went offheaded out before dawnbuzzard beak moon in the skywhen I got off that afternoon, I hit that same saloonon the day too tough to die(c)2005 Robert George