
Tangled up in ol’ Rufus In the grass behind the shed Buried nose deep in the scruff a his neck I cried my eyes clean outta my head Rolled up tight, in my ol’ dog that night I thought a river a tears’d wash me clean Come the mornin’ tho’, when my eyes was dry They’d not washed away what I’d seen. I got sent home from school that day Just like I knowed I would When I left my shoes with my dog Rufus An showed up ta school again skin-foot We idled the morning, swum in the crik Then cut through the woods back home Daddy was a work in the fields Best ta put off my hidin’ Till nightfall, when he come home The house looked curious quite As me n Rufus crossed the yard Momma weren't in the kitchen So I made straight for the bedroom, when I seen the door ajar That’s when I heard my Momma moanin And someone else a pantin' painful hard No longer afeared of a hidin’ Or whatever trouble I might be in I busted in that bedroom door To save my Momma From the trouble she was in When young Ezra jumped buck naked, off the bed and grabbed the sheet I seen the light go out in Momma’s eyes as she scrambled to her feet. I laid there tangled up in ol’ Rufus In the grass behind the shed Buried nose deep in the scruff a his neck An’ cried my eyes clean outta my head Rolled up tight, in my ol’ dog that night I thought a river a tears’d wash me clean Come the mornin’ tho’, when my eyes was dry They’d not washed away what I’d seen. We ran all day and into the night Afore me an Rufus headed back on home We made it past the ol' tool shed When I heard my Daddy sobbin’- And I knew my Momma was dead. I flew in through the kitchen door Found Daddy cryin' on the bathroom floor And seen my Momma slunk down in the tub White as a sheet- 'gainst a angry sea o red. Rolled up tight, in my ol’ dog that night I thought a river a tears’d wash me clean Come the mornin’ tho’, when my eyes was dry They’d not washed away what I’d seen. Tangled up in ol’ Rufus In the grass behind the shed I promised Momma I’d keep her secret- Until now, gone left unsaid.
Yesterday, tnkerr’s post Backstage Lady was a story about a sixteen year old boy who had written an original country song, about his Momma, his broken heart, and his dog, and was prepared to debut it in front of an audience at an open mike in Nashville- until- you best go read the rest of it for yourself.
I can only hope I have done him justice…
This is so touching Violet.
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Well done, Violet. Well done.
Thank you
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J… flabbered, totally flabbered. This is just… speechlessly good. 🙂
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You’ve stuck me for words again. This should definitely put to music. 💜🙂 I hope you’re having a good Holiday.
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Sometimes i wish I could hear the music in the head to accompany the words, but I just never an. Thank you Jen. Merry Christmas!!
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Merry Christmas! Violet!
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