Where You Hang Your Hat Sick on bedded home here lying; digging Miles, blue and cool wailing and john is there - pardon John             I didn’t capitalize     penicillin clouds, jazz and incense there     an unholy babble, soft sick pillows     dreaming of nancy to see     her there smiling         yer out - strike three were they there when I died none to say                         good-bye     home is where you hang your hat     gets hung by you there, I’m gone -     give my regards to her when next you     see her at where she is love is     and happy people - I’ve not then     chance to be there for you see     I’ve died foreign and alone,      home not to be there who, I     would miss if I wasn’t dead     you see don’t you see? See what being sick is, no one to     say I miss you don’t go away     from me, I can’t say I honestly                     say... I did good hung hats and all     people and cats make catty people right, I know I don’t want to be there     with people I didn’t see to     say and how is your bed for     sleeping in pillows soft and that, Come on. Stoned on Penicillin after Nut-cracker blocking Juv. Football punt. Nancy=Bermudez 1973,08,16