A traveller arrives in a strange town…

I pulled into Nazareth
Was feelin’ about half past dead
I just need some place
where I can lay my head
‘Hey, Mister can you tell me
where a man might find a bed?’
He just grinned and shook my hand
And ‘no’ was all he said…

A song for New Year’s Eve, the next morning, and any day hereafter…

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