Four in the afternoon

I should be up and gone soon

This is the shirt that

I'm wearing out

Torn at the elbow from too much football and one size too small all around

Stretched shoulder to shoulder a stretch from soda to soda

And I slept to the radio over the wind in the morning

I'm turned like an elbow a slumber after parting

Red faced from too much sun in too many summers

And your state fair mirror of

John Taylor saw the whole thing