County Road 13

It is a place that not many know
Out in the country,back a gravel and dirt road
All mother nature has taken its toll
The weeds are high and the fields are not mowen
The old home place has nearly fell in
The coal-house is gone and so is the barn
But if you stand real still you just might hear
The sounds of Little Zedrick and Rosa in the air
Well I believe that I can smell
Salt cured ham that taste so well
Moms bread and cinnamon rolls, baked them for years til she got too old
I can still see dad on the porch ,in his engineer hat and his blue jean bibs
And in his hand a pocket knife, that he used to carve with most of his life
Back a holler and up a hill
I can hear the sounds of the whippoorwills
And in my mind I can picture still
On the third step in the house set my brother Bill
The paling fence around the yard
Life wasn’t easy it was real dam hard
Work from daylight until dark
On this earth they left their mark
Had nine kids and there was no play
Worked real hard for six straight days
And then on Sunday up before dawn, had to get there had to be the first
For it was my job to fire up the stove at the country church
In my mind these times I relive
Back out in the country on Archers Ridge