Well now, ain't the boy feeling pitiful today

I do like this one. I would say it's kinda true, but then most everything has an element of truth in it if you stare at it long enough. Without blinking.

Rhymin'

Jimmy, can you tell me
why I never make it rhyme?
I've been drinking and a'running
and I've never towed that line.

I just wanna be an outlaw
live them fast, fast times.
They'd write their songs 'bout a bad, bad boy
But I just can't make it rhyme.

Now my life is passing by me
as I'm running down the highway.
Chasing down these backroads
I've been everywhere I've seen.
Tried turning left and thinking right
driving like I'd lost my mind.
Ain't never had the feeling that I've left something behind.
Jimmy, how come I can't make it rhyme?

Well maybe I ain't living right?
Don't always hang around sometimes.
Could be that this road's too long
off somewhere in my mind.

But I do love the rebel life.
You know my weakness for the wine.
Might be I've got the perfect life
for a different point in time.

Now my life is passing by me
while I'm running down the highway.
Postcards from the edge
is how I document my life.
Like pictures in a photo book
I always knew you understood.
Ain't never had the feeling that I've left something behind.
Jimmy, how come I can't make it rhyme?

Jimmy, I just want to be that crazy, rambling man.
But when I take a look around me there's reality again.

Now my life is passing by me
while I'm running down the highway.
This old road it don't go nowhere, Jimmy.
I don't give a damn.
I turned and left when thinking right
'cause there ain't never good goodbyes.
And I never had the feeling that I left something behind.
So Jimmy, how come I can't make it rhyme?

Ed
Pascagoula, Mississippi/Townsville, Australia