Early Mornin' - Malcolm Holcombe

early mornin' in the fog thick as hasty puddin'

that ol' mailbox is a ways away that ol' road keeps a washin'

washin' up purty quartz rocks and mica shinnin' in the sun

ridin' on the back o' ol' nellie daddy pa settin' t’bacca

leather reins in 'is big ol' hands i hear 'im geein' and a hawin'

and the radio flyer wheels keepa rollin'

faster down the hill makes it so hard a growin' up

dinner time in the hollar washin' up good in the wellhouse

wipe yor feet for ya come inside says mama king in the kitchen

ummm cookin' up country ham lord she brought it in from the smokehouse

thankyou Lord sayin' grace at the table but i never prayed long enough

table scraps nah there wasnt too many put em in a bucket an' slop the hogs

bolt action singleshot twenty two remington rifle

killed a hog ev’ry year and alotta tin cans and daddypa smilin'

bedtime’s at sundown lay awake an' listen

listen to the restless thinkin' in my head

early mornin' in the fog thick as hasty puddin'

c.

2004 gypsyeyes music BMI

malcolm holcombe