New Direction

I'm going to start taking this blog in a new direction. I am going to assume that those of you who actually read this know me personally and have read other posts. For a while, at least, I'm going to dedicate this to writing new lyrics. Some i may put to music, Most will stay here forever and nothing will ever be done with them. Either way, I want to share them with you.

The first picture I can see from my earliest memory
Is riding over the bridge where the river split the states.
My father packed all we owned in a 5x8 Uhaul
And we pulled that wagon south in a blue dodge omni

Le Claire to Knoxville to Watts barr in a 5 speed compact car
Goodbye Iowa, Hello Tennessee...
Chicago..northwestern couldn't afford us in 89, the year of our lord ya.
so we moved on to better things..

I saw the old man run through a bottle of whiskey 'till he was crawling on the ground
when things were at their worst, he refused to let it kill him. And one day,
he layed that bottle down, and never looked back.

We lived in trailors, apartments, and floors, to a house with a screened in porch. We never went without, and I was never in need.
Paying dues, for the union's sake, To going camping down by the lake, and we never once were to busy to blink.

And when i was 8 we bought a house just a couple of blocks from downtown, and he re hammered every nail one room at a time. His heart stopped in the crawl space in the fall of 92
but he was back to grindstone in no time, I guess he just wasn't through

Crawling through mud and oil and coal, Colored black from his head to his toes. and never once did i hear him complain.
Never stuttered never lied, a thousand times more stubborn than I.
More stubborn than I