Dirt-Road Living

Reprinted from February 01, 2007

~Don Williams~

Good Ole Boys Like Me

When I was a kid Uncle Remus would put me to bed
With a picture of Stonewall Jackson above my head
Then Daddy’d come in to kiss his little man
With gin on his breath and a Bible in his hand
He talked about honor and things I should know
Then he’d stagger a little as he went out the door

I can still hear the soft Southern wind in the live oak trees
And those Williams boys they still mean a lot to me
Hank and Tennessee
I guess we’re all gonna be what we’re gonna be
So what do you do with good ole boys like me
Nothing makes a sound in the night like the wind does
But you’re not afraid if you’re washed in the blood like I was
The smell of cape jasmine thru the window screen
Johnny R. and the Wolfman kept me company
By the light of the radio dial by my bed
With Thomas Wolfe whispering in my head

When I was in school I ran with kid down the street
And I watched him burn himself up on bourbon and speed
But I was smarter than most and I could choose
Learned to talk like the man on the six o’clock news
When I was eighteen, Lord, I hit the road
But it really doesn’t matter how far I go

I can still hear the soft Southern wind in the live oak trees
And those Williams boys they still mean a lot to me
Hank and Tennessee
I guess we’re all gonna be what we’re gonna be
So what do you do with good ole boys like me

 

 

 

Road from the neighbor's house

 

~Shel Silverstein~

My beard grows to my toes
I never wears no clothes
I wraps my hair
Around my bare
And down the road I goes

   The road to our neighbor’s house. Sometimes this creek is a couple feet deep with water. People that don’t have tall enough tires can’t get out. I would not put my little Toyota into that creek if it were high.

More Spanish Moss.

Even though it is a bit of a problem for a tree, it is pretty, in a creepy way.