Hull Local Poetry Me and Jimbob, Lonesome Wail, and Always that way By The Lazyswede

Me & Jimbob
By The Lazyswede

Me & Jimbob out with the hound dog walking through them woods
Didn't see no sign of turkey all the time
Just a possum and a skunk
Then we heard a rustling in the pine trees
Thought our luck had changed
To our surprise before our eyes
A grizzly a running came

It's had the biggest teeth and the sharpest claws
And it sure didn't hang around
We was off as fast as we could
Running through them woods
I left Jimbob hanging from a pine tree
Didn't see my dog for dust
When I got home my dog was there
Boy was I shook up

I went and got old Tim brown
His two sons Paul and bob
Shotguns loaded ready to aim
If the grizzly he should come
We called to Jimbob along the trail
Not a sound we heard
Then to our surprise before our eyes
Three grizzlies's a running came

They've got the biggest teeth and the sharpest claws
And they sure didn't hang around
We was off as fast as we could
Running through them woods
Old Tim brown and Paul and bob
Boy they sure can run
When I got home Jimbob was there my dog and my pickup truck

© The Lazyswede 2004

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Lonesome Wail
By The Lazyswede

There's nothing quite so sad
As saying a last farewell
As the lonesome whistle blows
Taking them from your side

The wind blows from the mountain
And the mist is laying low
And you hear her calling you again
And tears start to flow

Lonesome wail from a mountainside
There's no love in a heart so sad
Footsteps left in the cold white snow
Lonesome wail from a heart so low

From the lonesome pine
When the sun is low
My heart yearns for a love no more
In the shadows I swore she called
On the wind and through the snow

The lonesome wail I hear inside
From my heart love I can't find
In the valley below a whistle calls
That took my love and left me cold

© The Lazyswede 2004

Continued
Always that way by The Lazyswede.

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