"Language, as well as the faculty of speech, was the immediate gift of God." ~ Noah Webster

Friday, February 13, 2015

A Song That I Was Singin'

Ok, well here is another song for you. Yeah, yeah, I know. I am probably over doing it...but it helps me not to think, when my brain cells are tired. Besides, I love it. And we all like to share what we love, don't we?

This is the ring tone on my phone. My son picked it out for me. It has always been one of my favorite songs. Truth is, these words are very poetic. I love this song. It was written by Rodney Crowell and released by the Nitty Gritty Dirt Band  in 1984 on their album. Plain Dirt Fashion. That title is poetic, too. But the lyrics of this song tell a beautiful story of home, love, success, and home. Yeah, coming back home. It's why I love country music. If I had to describe country music, I would say it's like "seeing lightning bugs dancin' in the rain"...or maybe, "raindrops playin' the tin roof like a drum"...or, Mama and Daddy...well, you get the idea....poetry; real life poetry! Enjoy! Too bad this was before the day of video. It would sure make a pretty one. But then again, just picture it - that's what good poetry is all about. :-)
Long Hard Road (The Sharecropper's Dream)

Way back in my memory there's a scene that I recall
Of a little run-down cabin in the woods
Where my dad never promised that our blue moon would turn gold
But he laid awake nights wishin' that it would.

When the world was on our radio, hard work was on our minds.
We lived our day-to-day in plain dirt fashion,
With ol' overalls and cotton balls all strapped across your back
Man, it's hard to make believe there ain't nothing wrong.

But Mama kept the Bible read and Daddy kept our family fed,
And somewhere in between I must have grown
Cause someday I was dreamin' that a song that I was singin'
Takes me down the road to where I want to go.

Now I know, it's a long hard road

Sometimes I remember when I stay up late at night,
When the sun-up came, we got up and went
In the shadows of a workin' day, our moonlight hours spent
Singin' songs along with Gramma's radio.

Now I'm beatin' down a ol' blacktop road, sleepin' in a sack,
Livin' in my memories all in vain
'cause those city lights ain't all that bright, compared to what it's like
To see lightning bugs go dancin' in the rain.

Mama played the guitar then, and Daddy made the saw blade bend,
And raindrops played the tin roof like a drum.
But I just kept on dreamin' that a song that I was singin'
Takes me down the road to where my name is known.

And now I know, it's a long hard road.

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