Me and Billy, roofers of houses We met at the local union hall And it was like, I'd found my long lost brother We drank like fish and we worked like dogs Looking back, I knew he'd get me in trouble But I ain't have too many friends Running up and down that Dixie highway We thought the good times would never end We chased women and we chased whiskey From the Gulf up to Ohio Then one night, we ran out of money So we robbed us an all night Texaco Right in there, I guess the friendship ended That's where all the good times fell apart I remember, screaming at Billy.. He should have that kid alone, we should have drove off in the dark Down that long, black highway There's a deep dark hole Down that long, black highway There's a lot things you'll never know Well we pulled off on a backroad I thought to think about what we'd done I got out, took a leak and lit a smoke But now I'm wishing I had run Because Billy, he always was a mean one And he was stoned out of his head Well I guess, that he quit shooting When he thought that I was dead I woke up, some time around daylight But I didn't live long after that I was taken, back up to the highway By a ghost, he was wearing a Texaco hat Now me and that kid We haunt this stretch of highway We go and see Billy from time to time You know Billy, always acting a little bit crazy Well now he's done gone plumb out of his mind! Down that long, black highway There's a deep dark hole Down that long, black highway There's a lot of things you'll never know..
The lines on my father's face Ran deep as the creek beds on our place And the river flowed right through his soul But I know at times it took its toll When the crops would flood we lived on fish But never did my father wish To leave the land his life flowed from The river and my dad were one And I'm one of the rivers own Its current down inside me strong And its up to me to carry on Because I'm one of the rivers own As a kid I watched the river flow Yeah I admired the way it rocked and rolled Dad was proud I was a river rat But that's where our common grounds ended at Because I seen those city lights down stream They drew me in when I was seventeen I went everywhere that river run Yeah me and that river we were one Two years ago my dad passed away And I'll never forget that mournful day Then a lawyer read me out his will It said son it's time for you to be still.. Then a week ago a government man Tried to pay me off to flood our land And I did just what my dad would have done You see me and that river we are one And I'm one of the rivers own It's current down inside me is strong And it's up to me to carry on Because I'm one of the rivers own
Hello old man have you room for a wanderer? Running from his checkered past Nahh I ain't your favorite son I'd never even tie for last You still cuss the dirt and beg for rain Stubborn as your son and twice as vein Think of all that you had done 'fore you tell me you ain't wandering none Well now your wayward son has come back home Whaddya think about me when I was gone? Old man when I was on your knee You might have known I'd turn out to me like me Hello old man the world is strange Cut you up and mend you back again You got your scars in some forgotten war Mine I got on the bar room floor Yeah you'd tell me tales when I was a child Lord they made me wonder and made me wild I guess I had to be like you Well there weren't no wars but I made do And now your wayward son has come back home What did you think about me when I was gone? Old man while I was on your knee You didn't think I'd turn out to be like me? Hello old man life rolls along And I'm just trying to reap what you have sewn You never wished me well on the night I left But in my eyes you saw yourself And now your wayward son has come back home Did you think much about me while I was gone? Old man when I was on your knee You should have known turn out, to be like me You should have known I'd turn out, to be like you.
It was a summer evening, Old Kaspar's work was done, And he before his cottage door Was sitting in the sun, And by him sported on the green His little grandchild Wilhelmine. She saw her brother Peterkin Roll something large and round, Which he beside the rivulet In playing there had found; He came to ask what he had found, That was so large, and smooth, and round. Old Kaspar took it from the boy, Who stood expectant by; And then the old man shook his head, And, with a natural sigh, "'Tis some poor fellow's skull," said he, "Who fell in the great victory. "I find them in the garden, For there's many here about; And often when I go to plough, The ploughshare turns them out! For many thousand men," said he, "Were slain in that great victory." "Now tell us what 'twas all about," Young Peterkin, he cries; And little Wilhelmine looks up With wonder-waiting eyes; "Now tell us all about the war, And what they fought each other for." "It was the English," Kaspar cried, "Who put the French to rout; But what they fought each other for, I could not well make out; But everybody said," quoth he, "That 'twas a famous victory. "My father lived at Blenheim then, Yon little stream hard by; They burnt his dwelling to the ground, And he was forced to fly; So with his wife and child he fled, Nor had he where to rest his head. "With fire and sword the country round Was wasted far and wide, And many a childing mother then, And new-born baby died; But things like that, you know, must be At every famous victory. "They say it was a shocking sight After the field was won; For many thousand bodies here Lay rotting in the sun; But things like that, you know, must be After a famous victory. "Great praise the Duke of Marlbro' won, And our good Prince Eugene." "Why, 'twas a very wicked thing!" Said little Wilhelmine. "Nay... nay... my little girl," quoth he, "It was a famous victory. "And everybody praised the Duke Who this great fight did win." "But what good came of it at last?" Quoth little Peterkin. "Why that I cannot tell," said he, "But 'twas a famous victory."
If I were you Then I would gladly loan to me a dollar or two so I could eat Yeah and maybe get just one good night of sleep But I'm not And I'm stranded like a castaway in this town And you seem so unwilling to help a fellow when he's down If I were you That's what I'd do If I were you I wouldn't be out on these streets the whole night through Yeah I'd have a job and a pretty wife that I could come home to But I don't And I have twenty cents left to my name And you're the only one left here that I have to blame If I were you That's what I'd do And sir it's my way to take from you the things I haven't earned. I wish I could go back and heed the lessons I have learned But I can't So you'll gladly put your money in this sack Yes sir this thing is loaded and I have the hammer back If I were you That's what I'd do
It'd been snowing all day when I got home The fire was and the cabin was cold I poured some stale coffee from the pot The longer I waited the snow got higher I had to split some wood and build a fire And she told me she'd be gone I forgot. I'd seen it snow that hard before I couldn't see the cabin from the stable door And that mare she always rode was in the stall The law couldn't come until the weather broke My heart was pounding in my throat I searched called her name until it was raw I never should have brought her here Living is hard this time of year Trying to keep food and fire until winters done Some times she'd gaze out on the plain With a look that I couldn't name And I'd wonder if she'd stay to spring time had come I found her on the first warm day The rain had washed the snow away She'd gone for wood and lost her way back home Now I ain't the kind that believes in ghosts But some nights I get pretty close When that North Dakota winter moans
Yeah, i can feel a very realistic scenario. I really enjoy the ending though because it's exactly what I'd do and my attitude. I'd become that ghost that becomes a real pain in the ass. I actually think I should build on it, maybe write a book or a screen play? It's better than most shite they're putting out there.
Oh yes, definitely build on it. It's a story that a lot of folks are very familiar with and have seen it happen or know someone it's happened to. I like it.
This one also could be a good screenplay film. This next one is, about the time I killed a guy that killed my brother. I was eighteen, my brother was twenty one One Saturday evening when all the work was done We went down to the river, had some trot line to run My brother Walter was in a fight the week before Knocked a boy named Wilson through the pool hall door And they said you don't mess with Wilson unless you wanted war I back the boat in the water and I made the engine run I loaded the lantern against the sinking sun And my brother Walter was loading his gun And we went down the river.. Down past the coal dock we were running our line Hear some drunken boaters racing up behind It's Wilson and his cousin, they had trouble on their mind They passed on by us probably gone to tend their pod We headed up the river with the fish we'd caught But before we made the landing, I thought I heard a shot Back down the river.. My brother Walter fell over the side I couldn't find him no matter how I tried And I looked along the bank I couldn't find where they'd hide They dragged the river they searched up and down Couldn't find his body so they decided that he drowned But I knew better and Wilson bragged around town So one night I floated down right above Wilson's shack I hid in the wood until I saw him walk out back I put a bullet in his head, dropped him in his tracks And we went down the river.. Down below the tressel where the water run slow I chained him to an anvil and then I let him go And five years later, I ain't told a soul And I ain't done much fishing I hardly wet a line The death of my brother still weighs heavy on my mind I been thinking Wilson's cousin had better find a place to hide Cause I'm going down the river..
Oh, they aren't mine lol. It's just song writing. I probably should have said that. Though I do have some whoppers I could share. These all come from my favorite singer songwriter Chris Knight. I was sharing his works because I felt it important to post written literature that wasn't all fancy poems and that you can write a really good poem or song with just basic lyrics and stuff.
