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My Country Music Song
by David R Spellman
I gotta write me a country song
somethin’ to play for not too long
including everything that you might like
without makin’ it sound all that trite
It’ll have no house upon the hill
no ol’ horse by the name of Bill
come up lame at the wishin’ well
which sadly we had to sell
For a dollar to the mortgage man
who took much more than that bit of land
left us with nothing but to roam
searching for an abandoned home
Which we found among the prairie grass
‘til scorched and burned they had our ass
scurrying for another tract
of land we could grab hold in fact
There’s no tellin’ how much they’re gonna take
that freight train’s a’ howlin’ long
haulin’ the heart of us all at stake
in that same ol’, end-all song.
Nothing left but to hope and pray
that soon it will come to be our day
when claimed the land will be released
and all the work of our soul appeased
To find the road we followed was
all along the road we also paved
like the silent song of the wind because
by listening we just might be saved.
In the end it just comes down to this –
no judgment, no debt, no lien
can ever be fully left remiss
with the final salvage of our being...
with the final salvage of our being...
with the final salvage of your being...
03/29/2005 Posted on 03/30/2005
Copyright © 2024 David R Spellman
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Charles E Minshall on 03/30/05 at 06:51 AM Yee!Haw! Dave. Dang I cut my ankle with my spurs dancin' to this. Fun....Charlie |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 03/31/05 at 12:30 PM LOL!! Great parody of the country blues! Quite a story you did not write your song about. LOL! Fun, fun, fun! |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 04/02/05 at 03:59 PM Yup, partner. All the elements are certainly for a country music song. Sad story to be sure. Now all you need is the music David. Good one! |
| Posted by Mara Meade on 04/03/05 at 03:18 AM Yep. Fer a yankee yew got it down purty good, Bud. (;]) I'm packin' up the hound dawg and the pick-up and I'll be a'hawlin' into yo' driveway in the mornin'.
-chuckle- I listened to Eddy Arnold on CD this morning. Oh, for the days of cattle calls, tumbleweeds and those things that seems so simplistic on this side of the millenium! This is great. Enjoyed it muchly! |
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