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Blues of A Georgia Boy
by Barry Clopton Lanier (Age: 52)
copyright 08-03-2004


Age Rating: 10 to 127

 
I was born in old humid Georgia,
I walked barefooted thru the mud.
Back in those days picked cotton,
Never heard of a scud.

Born poor in wretched Georgia,
I walked barefooted thru the mud.
After ten years cropping "bacca"(tobacco),
I left that place for good.

Saw my momma chop the cotton,
While Dad drank the shine just straight,
Made my mind to leave next morning,
Dad napping, hung up in the gate.

So I jumped a train to Memphis,
And I've been to New York to.
Guess by now a worldly fella,
But still got them Georgia Blues.

Now grown, a redeye straight to Atlanta,
Then home I'd be and I would stay for good!
First thing I did when I got to the farm,
Walked barefoot thru the mud.


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08-04-2004 Lyle Berry    

Ahhh, the nostalgic pull of one's home...what a good feeling that must be to have one...I can only dream of one since I was never in one place long enough to feel the bond of the good earth and family..
well done, Barry
Warm Regards,
Lyle
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