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My Baby’s Daddy

He had a flatbed Ford with a big ‘ol motor,
A case of beer in a white foam toter.
A smile on his face that always said
he’s a good man.

We hit the loggin’ roads
down in southern pine country,
driving real slow like the rest of the gentry.
Honkin’ and wavin’ our way through Arkansas.

One night I braved up,
said I’d like to marry his daughter,
He handed me a beer and said that I ought’a.
First and only time
I ever hugged that great big man.

He told me we’d go fishing soon,
he knew a great spot near a swampy lagoon.
So we headed out that very next afternoon.

We split up soon after we’d parked,
to find more fish is what he barked,
He’d head up north and I’d go on south.
As I headed down to that hidden stream
through a field of weeds up to my knees,
I found myself soon surrounded by cottonmouth.

Now I don’t know if he was just foolin’,
or if he knew those snakes were a droolin’,
but you better listen to this if you give a hoot:
If your wife’s daddy ever asks you out,
and you’re not sure what it’s all about,
be damn sure to wear your leather snake boots.

He had a flatbed Ford with a big ‘ol motor,
A case of beer in a  white foam toter.
A smile on his face that always said
he’s a good man.

We hit the loggin’ roads
down in southern pine country,
driving real slow like the rest of the gentry.
Honkin’ and wavin’ our way
through Arkansas.
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© 2014 John Allen Richter


A Trucker’s Home

She had blonde hair and big blue eyes,
a checkered shirt and a big bright smile
and if you told me so I’d be surprised
but she loved me.
She really loved me.

Just a runnin through life and shiftin those gears,
a highway mile’s like a thousand years
when I was gone from her I could hear her tears.

San Antone, Little Rock and Memphis,
Shut her down for a night in Texas.
Just one more day would bring us
together again.
together again.

So i was up all night just drinking that joe,
drove it bobtail all the way home.
Pulled in the yard at half past ten,
Where’s my baby gone.
Where’s my baby gone?

House was empty and the kids were gone,
dogs were a barkin and I was all alone.
her letter on the table just said goodbye,
she had to leave for a better life.
she didn’t want to be my wife.
No more.

So when you see me back on the road,
give me a holler and a wave to show
that I’m not alone.  
Lord, I’m not alone.
But i feel alone.

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© 2014 John Allen Richter