The shack

By Parson Thru

Fri, 19 Dec 2014
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The right booze and the right tunes
will keep me going a little longer
when the other things around here
have shortened off my life

It’s a fact

Did I ever tell you about
the Saturday afternoon
I visited the shack in Alabama?
Or it may have been Mississippi
It doesn’t matter

I met a family
as real as you or me
Lived with them
Ate their food
Took their hospitality

They shared something
that I’ve never seen before or since
Showed me the meaning of the Blues
What it is to be poor
I learned humility

A lot has come to pass since then
I’ve had my share of luck
Some generous folks have seen me right
But I sense that they have led me
away from the shack

One day
I hope to make it back because,
as grateful as I am,
I’ve never been to anywhere
that felt so much like home

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Comments

Submitted by Bee on

I liked this so much, PT - for the sentiment and the way the words sound so natural with the rhyme. I don't know if you can ever go back because if and when you get there, everything has usually changed, but I know that feeling of wanting to get back to being happy with enough to get by - and I just love the blues - music, that is. 

Bee

Submitted by Parson Thru on

Hi Bee. You're right. If only we could have the best of it all - music included. Really glad you liked it. :)

Parson Thru