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The Blue Vineyard Of Voo Shining Stone: FOR A TIME a collab with Voo and Andy
Out Amongst The Cadillacs
Out Amongst the Cadillacs
Out amongst the Cadillacs
With wheels of rust
I dream the dreams
Of backwoods girls
In fields of dust.
There ain't that much to do
But dream my dreams
Sit in the sun
And fish
In dried up streams.
They tell me once
This place was sweet and fair
But if it was
I just can't see
No sweetness there.
Just me and Hank
The hound dog laying round
In sun beamed rays
Of daylight
On the ground.
Every now and then
He lifts his head
To scowl at me
But mostly though
He just plays dead.
He chased a rabbit once
For half a yard
Then stopped and shrugged
The hell with it
It was too hard.
There came a feller through
Five year ago
Looking fine
And making time
But had to go.
He charmed me with
The stories he would tell
My daddy said
He was a snake
But I still wish him well.
My daddy picked me out a beau
When I was just a lass
Old as my dad
But he left me mad
And tired of all my sass.
My mama ran away
When I was three
My daddy caught her
With a peddler
Sitting on his knee.
My daddy died in '86
With no known reason to
He left me Hank
And this little shack
And a Cadillac or two.
But they don't run, they never did
And I don't know how to drive
So I stay put
Me and the mutt
And try to stay alive.
The cow and chicken, they provide
Friendship and fun and food
They get out the gate
And repopulate
When they get in the mood.
But me, I just sit on the porch
Day after lonely day
Watching birds
Build nests on Hank
Too lazy to shoo them away.
I reckon one day I might pack
And leave this house of woe
But fields and forests
Are all I see
And I don't know where I'd go.
I did walk down to the road last night
To stand and stare
A man in a pickup
Asked if I needed a ride
But I didn't dare.
I couldn't leave ole Hank behind
He wouldn't understand
He hasn't moved
And I don't know
If he can even stand.
He'd been with me for most my life
He was my only friend
And I swore that
I'd watch over him
Until the bitter end.
This morning I went out to feed
The chicken and the cow
And a buzzard was sitting
By a pile of bleached bones
Lawd, what has happened now?
I didn't know the dog had passed
Or how long he'd been dead
I thought that he
Had just gone gray
Though he used to be bright red.
The buzzard waved his skinny wings
Over the place where Hank was laying
He bowed his head
And I realized
That the both of us was praying.
The chicken and the cow stood by
With a solemn moo and cluck
And I shed a tear
And said, Ya'll stay here
I've got to go catch that truck!
©by Voo
June 16, 2012
10:48 p.m.