I bought a pack of seeds Tennessee Bradleys The best homegrown you?ll find How it happened I don?t know Must?ve been the Miracle-Gro Oh I could not believe
Aunt Fidelia brought the rolls With her green bean casserole The widow Smith down the street Dropped by a bowl of butter beans Plastic cups and silverware
Tangled vines cover the lattice They creep and crawl around the house Nobody lives there Only ghosts hang around I have seen hope and glory fade away
Photographs and old forty-fives Stowed beneath a homecoming gown Pictures of me at sweet sixteen But everything?s not as it seems In my mother?s house
I feel a beating drum in my bones And I know it?s calling me to go Where the Spanish moss drapes the trees And the bayou whispers to let it be Come on
I live south of Memphis in downtown Hollywood And these fields are all I?ve ever known Season after season I have worked to find a way To buy a piece
I heard Odessa?s mind was sick That she was crazier than hell The police caught her turning tricks Down at the Blue and Gray motel Odessa was the neighbor
Shadows fall across the land Prophets say the end?s at hand More bad news everywhere I turn But in your arms it?s a perfect world Rebels rage and lions
They forced it on the county school board And made a lot people mad They planned to bus us off across town And things got really bad That?s when the
Same ole rain on my roof tonight same ole feeling something just ain't right lord you know i could use some new blues same ole troubles at my door same
When he was a baby his mama held him close And whispered to him closely you?re a special gift to us The Lord has kept his promise and one day I must too
She is standing in the garden silently astute Waiting for the sun to come and kiss away the dew How can she be so translucent from my window view I can
I can see Saltillo Street And the house where I was born I can hear gospel songs From the church on Sunday morn Saturday nights around the radio Life
Be Thou my Vision, O Lord of my heart Naught be all else to me, save that Thou art Thou my best thought, by day or by night Waking or sleeping, Thy presence
He lived his life a civil service man Designing toilets for the space program He believed if we could go to the moon There?s nothing on earth a man can
Como estas? My name is Rosa and like my mother before me Everyday I roll cigars and they?re the finest in the world To pass the time the reader reads
We got her white from the factory But daddy had her painted baby blue She had a red vinyl interior That burned my legs on summer afternoons She took us
I can still recall the night Lightning burned the mansion down We all stood in out pajamas On that hallowed southern ground When the flames had turned