Down over the window
From the dazzling sunlit rays
through the back alleys, through the blinds
another one of them endless days
Honey bees are buzzing
leaves begin to stir
Iīm in love with my second cousin
I tell myself I could be happy forever with her
I keep listening for footsteps
but I ainīt never hearing any
from the boat, I fish for bullheads
I catch a lot, sometimes too many
A summer breeze is blowinī
a squall is setting in
sometimes itīs just plain stupid
to get into any kind of wind
Well the old men īround here
sometimes they get on bad terms
with the younger men,
old, young, age donīt carry weight
it doesnīt matter in the end
One of the bossī hangers-on
Sometimes comes to call
At times you least expect
Tryinī to bully you, strongarm you,
inspire you with fear
It has the opposite effect
Thereīs a new grove of trees on the outskirts of town
the old one is long gone
10 foot, 2 foot, 6 across
Burns with the bark still on
They say times are hard
if you donīt believe it you can follow your nose
it donīt bother me, times are hard anywhere
weīll just have to see how it goes
My old man, heīs like some feudal lord
heīs got more lives than a cat
Iīve never seen him quarrel with my mother even once
things come alive or they fall flat
You can smell the pine wood burninī
you can hear the school bell ring
got to get up near the teacher, if you can
if you wanna learn anything
Romeo, he said to Juliet, you got a poor complexion
it donīt give you an appearance or a youthful touch
Juliet said back to Romeo,
why donīt you just shove off,
if it bothers you so much
They got outta here any way they could
Cold rain can give you the shivers
they went down the Ohio, the Cumberland, the Tennessee,
all the rest of them rebel rivers
If you ever try to interfere with me
or cross my path again,
you do so at the peril of your life
Iīm not quite as cool, or forgiving as I sound
Iīve seen enough heartache and strife
My grandfather was a duck trapper,
he could do it with just dragnets and ropes (?)
my grandmother could sew new dresses out of old cloth,
I donīt know if they had any dreams or hopes.
I had īem once, though I suppose
To go along with all the ring dancing,
Christmas carols and all the Christmas eves
I left all my dreams and hopes
buried under tobacco leaves
Not always easy kicking someone up
got to wait awhile, it can be an unpleasant task
sometimes somebody wants you to give something up
And tears or not, itīs too much to ask.
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