An Ode to Swingin'
You can find me these days
On a hammock that sways
On the front porch of the Colorado House.
In orange, blue and yellow
It has the colors that will mellow
Even the most sourpuss of souls.
Just talkin' 'bout the weather
We're like birds of a feather
Sippin' beer from a mason jar.
Belle is prowlin' round
Except for the birds there's not a sound
Other than an engine roarin' right across the street
You can find me these days
On a hammock that sways
On the front porch of the Colorado House.
photo courtesy of trueblueridge.wordpress.com
McDowell Creek Boys
Head on up McDowell Creek and you might hear,
some guys playin' music that could make you shed a tear.
Earl on his guitar and Ray on mandolin,
Dennis grab your bongo, we all join in.
Stan in the corner pickin' on his bass,
Everyone in earshot has a smile on their face.
We can hear Dave's voice float across the creek,
As somebody whispers, "Hey, there's a party this week."
Their eyes light up, and they just know,
they MUST play this party at Lake Elbo.
So head on up Lake Elbo and you might hear
some guys playin' music that'll make you shake your rear.
written by me
