Post by jacksonvillekid on Nov 27, 2007 12:48:45 GMT -5
Mountain Man
He came walking down the mountain,
with a cur dog and a half a jug of shine.
A burlap sack across his shoulder,
I swear that he looked older,
older than his age of twenty-nine.
He stepped out beside the highway,
stuck out his thumb, so I just slowed on down.
He got in, the dog jumped in back,
he tossed in that burlap sack,
said brother just how far is it to town?
He was lantern jawed and raw-boned,
with a pair of big ole calloused hands.
His eyes said somethings missing,
but that's not my business,
so I quietly waited on the man.
He finally said some city slicker
had done came and stole away his Linda lou,
He thought she'd gone to Texas
with a rich dude in a Lexus,
and he'd just now decided what to do.
He said he only wanted her to say goodbye,
cause she'd left him there without a word,
He wanted a note to their three kids,
explaining what she did,
so they wouldn't grow up on what they heard.
He passed the jug and looked at me,
and I decided then I'd help him if I could.
But Texas is a big ole place,
I knew we'd probably lose the race,
I thought Linda Lou was gone for good.
It took a month of travelin' around,
and in that time I grew to know this mountain man.
We finally found her outside Dallas,
at a club they call the Palace,
standing there laughing with the band.
He took one look at her, said that ain't my wife,
and turned around and headed for the door.
I guess we caught that slickers eye,
who must have had an urge to die,
he yelled hillbilly and walked across the floor.
I saw a flash of light in his right hand
and I knew right then the slicker had himself a knife.
He should have kept it in it's place,
the look on the big mans face,
told me pulling the blade cost the man his life.
By the time the law showed up,
we were standing by my truck,
his hand on the neck of that mountain cur.
Self-defence the ruling went,
and the fine was set at time spent,
and I took him back to that mountain without her.
He went walking up the mountain
with his old cur dog and an empty jug of shine,
Back to a place of good memories,
to the children that he'd die to please,
I'm proud to say the man's a friend of mine.
with a cur dog and a half a jug of shine.
A burlap sack across his shoulder,
I swear that he looked older,
older than his age of twenty-nine.
He stepped out beside the highway,
stuck out his thumb, so I just slowed on down.
He got in, the dog jumped in back,
he tossed in that burlap sack,
said brother just how far is it to town?
He was lantern jawed and raw-boned,
with a pair of big ole calloused hands.
His eyes said somethings missing,
but that's not my business,
so I quietly waited on the man.
He finally said some city slicker
had done came and stole away his Linda lou,
He thought she'd gone to Texas
with a rich dude in a Lexus,
and he'd just now decided what to do.
He said he only wanted her to say goodbye,
cause she'd left him there without a word,
He wanted a note to their three kids,
explaining what she did,
so they wouldn't grow up on what they heard.
He passed the jug and looked at me,
and I decided then I'd help him if I could.
But Texas is a big ole place,
I knew we'd probably lose the race,
I thought Linda Lou was gone for good.
It took a month of travelin' around,
and in that time I grew to know this mountain man.
We finally found her outside Dallas,
at a club they call the Palace,
standing there laughing with the band.
He took one look at her, said that ain't my wife,
and turned around and headed for the door.
I guess we caught that slickers eye,
who must have had an urge to die,
he yelled hillbilly and walked across the floor.
I saw a flash of light in his right hand
and I knew right then the slicker had himself a knife.
He should have kept it in it's place,
the look on the big mans face,
told me pulling the blade cost the man his life.
By the time the law showed up,
we were standing by my truck,
his hand on the neck of that mountain cur.
Self-defence the ruling went,
and the fine was set at time spent,
and I took him back to that mountain without her.
He went walking up the mountain
with his old cur dog and an empty jug of shine,
Back to a place of good memories,
to the children that he'd die to please,
I'm proud to say the man's a friend of mine.
©2004 Jody Willman