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Post by Mrs Hooty on Feb 10, 2008 8:52:14 GMT -5
I believe that the poem Jody wrote is PROUDLY hung in Aunt Jane's Living room. Am I correct on that?
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Post by jody on Feb 10, 2008 9:57:26 GMT -5
I've been told that, but I'm not sure. It would be an honor of course. I didn't ask her at last yrs. Jam-A-Que. If she's read it and liked it, well that's good enough for me. Still haven't had anyone answer me on how many Skynyrd songs are refferenced in it. Any guesses?
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Post by jacksonvillekid on Feb 10, 2008 18:09:53 GMT -5
Although I never met him, I never will forget him, he looms so large in my mind. I've heard all the great ones, I miss all the late ones, but another like him I won't find. He may be long gone, but his music lives on, after a quarter of a century has passed. In only four years he brought a nation to tears, with this one simple question he asked.
If I leave here tomorrow, would you still remember me? Deep sorrow of words so true. I remember you barefoot on stage, but never in a cage, and this is my tribute to you. What's your name, mr. breeze, when I'm on my knees, I thank God I'm a simple man. I love what you did, you Mississippi kid, and I may be Curtis Lowes greatest fan.
The Lynyrd Skynyrd name, still carries the fame, but Lord I miss Ronnie Van Zant. I try real hard to fathom, what might have happened, if he were still here but I can't. We might as well face it, we'll never replace it, ·but Sweet home Alabama lives on. I remember Georgia peaches, the lesson That smell teaches, and I know why Tuesdays gone.
I laughed at Gimme three steps, with Coming home I wept, Mr. Banker gave me a chill. Cheatin' woman made me mad, made in the shade made me glad, I guess they always will. I've went to the moon, with a needle and a spoon, went Searchin' like a Travelin' man. You said I ain't the one, the one in the sun, those words are just more than I can stand.
I'd give you back your bullets, if I only could it's, something I've thought a lot about. There are things going on, you wrote about it in a song, so I know a little no doubt. To every mothers son, you'll always be the one, that kept our southern pride in sight. We still cry for the bad man, all across the southland, we all know you've got that right.
If poison whiskey takes my mind, and it's finally my time, I'll ask one favor from you. I know you don't owe me, you don't even know me, but t ·his is what I pray you will do. Please meet me at the gate, before it's too late, and sing one verse of Freebird for me. It hurts Johnny still, and nobody else will, and I know that's the way it's supposed to be. Now Judy has asked for some peace, we can all do that at least, not to forget cause we can't. Judy I pray, you'll accept this from me, my tribute to Mr. Ronnie Van Zant
How many did I miss???
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Post by jody on Feb 10, 2008 18:32:59 GMT -5
You're GOOD Teri!! You only missed one. A pretty big one tho, and you did sort of cover it in the second stanza! Just one word the way it's written, but two words if written properly. ;D You do me proud little lady!
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Post by jacksonvillekid on Feb 10, 2008 20:40:47 GMT -5
Hmmm.....ok. Let's see if someone else can find it.
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