A poem for my daddy.

If you were still here

I’d tell your friend there with you

He’ll have to go

If you were still here

I’d remind you that

You’re Gentle on my Mind

If you were still here

I’d ask you if the trailer’s for sale or rent

I’d tell you that you’re still

King Of the Road

If you were still here

I’d ask if you remember that

Pistol Pack’n mama,

And did she ever lay that pistol down (boop boop)

If you were still here

I’d ask if we could take a walk together

So that you could tell me what it’s like

To discover the Green Green Grass of Home

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  • ken bultman on Oct 29, 2009

    Nice tribute to your dad and I know all the songs well.

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