Thursday, April 29, 2010

Still home

I was born in Western Kentucky
Just east of the twin rivers
But I did not stay very long
And north of the Ohio I did go
Running in the bright sunshine
Toward tall cornstalks
Sitting high up in a cherry tree
Till time to go home
Passing by my kinfolks towards Alabammy
Then on to Georgia where I now stay.
Oh, you travelling blues
And place is just a spot in which you find
Yourself from time to time
And I have felt the warm Gulf breezes
On the white sands of St. Pete
And listened to the soft jazz tunes
Playing in my brain
And I have watched the clouds blow
Off the Pacific shore
But nothing lies softer
On my memory than the green, green grass
And deep blue skies, white fleecy clouds
I remember in Summers in Kentucky.

1 comment:

Cindy said...

What she said. Just kidding. I think you were Derby minded weren't you> So why exactly don't we live in KY?