Mining my Appalachian roots


The Ballad of A Rustic Youth




When I was but a little lad way back in '93
I would leave my crib at night to sleep up in a tree,
There to pass the hours in slumbers happy safe and sound
When it come time for breakfast big leaves was all around,

Once Pa brung home a feisty pup we named Barky Jack
That puppy made so much noise Pa had to take him back,
So next we got a pretty little cat Ma called Hissy Sue
Who walked across the supper table and threw up in the stew,

One day we went out huntin' for times was kindly spare
Just for some squirrel or rabbit good lord  them woods was bare,
Then I tied a buttonhole  to a spider thread
just to find the way back home, all I got was lead,

Guess I'm still as happy if not I can't say why
Even if the truth ain't true, folks are rather sly,
Sometimes I confuse the way things are with how they used to be
When I would go to sleep at night just to light up in a tree,





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Written on 2013-02-19 at 00:28

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