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Sunday, October 29, 2017

THE HILLBILLY BOOGIE MAN LEAVES HOME





The Hillbilly Boogie Man Leaves Home


Cleanin my ears with a chicken leg
And munchin on a piece of chalk
I talked myself into standing up
And takin myself fer a walk.

Now I'd been sittin there in the shade
For nigh on fifteen years
Chewin on snakes till my belly would ache
And drinkin jars full of rain and tears.

The old junk car that I leaned on
Was rusted beyond repair
But she was fine once upon a time
Before she was junked out there.

Now for company I will whistle
And for dinner I will beg
But if you don't talk right, I'll put out your lights
With my fists and my wooden leg.

The ole lady done run right off, see
Back in 1942
With a peddling feller by the name of Teller
And that's why I sing the blues.

I cannot work, I cannot plow
I used to hunt but I can't hunt now
I used to fish but I lost my pole
And my worms fell into a crawdad hole.

I used to dance, I used to sing
But I'm useless now, can't do a thing
But moan and groan and lay about
And wait for the hillbilly haints to come out.

And then we boogie
Till the cows come home
And it never stops
Cause the cows are gone.

We howl at the moon
And fiddle and pick
And dance with partners
Made out of sticks.

We drink moonshine
From little brown jugs
And rap a little
Like we is thugs.

Then mornin comes
And they go away
And I just lay here
All damn day.

Chewin on snakes
And drinkin my tears
And the people pass by me
Concerned and afeared.

They look at me crazy
Like they think I'm a haint
And touched in the noggin
But I know I aint.

I see hillbilly ghosties
Even if they don't see
And the rednecks come riding
And a visiting me.

But today I'm a walkin
And a leavin this place
And a going to somewheres
Where they don't know my face.

Fifteen years I've been settin
'Neath that old cedar tree
Awaiting my true love
To come on back to me.

But she ain't a coming
I reckon she's dead
At least, in her last letter
That's whut she said.

So I'm a waitin no longer
I'm leavin my tree
And lookee there back a yonder
The car's a follering me.





©by Voo
August 22, 2005
 1 a.m.











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1 comment:

  1. yes, it's crazy.....but so am I! lol enjoy my insanity and laugh

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