A Country Night

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: August 03, 2016

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Submitted: August 03, 2016



Country Nights
By River Dawson copyright 2016
Sitting on the porch swing kicking back,
Fading embers of the sunset
A pretty girl, a fifth of jack
Or by a camp fire in the woods,
Moonlight above, soft earth below,
A drop of moonshine from a jar
The gentle tones of a slide guitar
In the stillness of the swamp,
In an old tin boat with a loyal pal
Moonlight dancing on the water
Catching catfish for my gal
Time marches on folk drift away
Small towns dying every day
But this is home I'll not depart
My place to rest a weary heart.
Driving my beat up truck on dusty roads
Like me she's carried a lot of loads,
I go where I please, do what I will,
Sunday fishing or check the still
I don't pretend I'm always right,
Fighting wartime demons in the night,
I know like the darkness they'll be gone
In the first rays of the morning sun.
I find a kind of peace within
Home and hearth kith and kin
That can only make it right
In the warmth of a country night.

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