Country Girl

I prance by the apple tree and jump just high enough
To grab onto a limb and shake it harshly rough

Thousands begin to fall and the kids scramble around
To pick the finest and the sharpest and remove them from the ground

Grandma’s in the kitchen, the scent too much to bare,
We drop the apples from our hands and politely meet her there.

Our manners are delightful as we again respectfully wait
For her to slice that sweet apple pie and rest a piece upon our plate

Eight o’clock comes to be and I hug my mama goodbye
I tell her I’ll be home by curfew and walk off into the mist of July

Summer has came to be and the heat nearly scorches my face
Riding in a pick-up truck, I close my eyes and simply embrace

Driving farther up the holler’ we finally chose to park
The group gathers around, building a fire, to cheer up the dark

An ignition is started and a beat begins to play
I start to sing aloud until ole’ Hank takes it away

The girls jump up and howl then dance around the fire
While the boys on their tailgates, simply stop to admire

Budweiser, Bud light, and a jug of Moonshine
Makes the heated July summer even more divine

Someone yells out, “Hey Y'all, while pulling out a cigar
Jumps up on the truck and brings out his fresh polished guitar

The night roars on and the moon stays still
While the teenagers sneak off having hardly any time to kill

I kick off my shoes and walk right in
Tip toeing right past my daddy’s shin

I make it past and let out a sigh
Then daddy chuckles and looks me right in the eye

I stumble left, I stagger right
He laughs and says “Darling you alright?”

He lays me gently on my bed, tucks me in goodnight
I look at him with one open eye and ask him why he’s being so polite

He cackles again and simply winks at me
“Don’t worry sweetheart, tomorrow you’ll see”

I awaken to the smell of bacon and cornbread
As I begin to get sick, I rush from my bed


My daddy’s standing outside my door, holding a can of beer
“I see you found your punishment, haven’t you my dear”

After eight hours of sickness, two hours trying to eat
A long night of tossing, A rooster out for his morning greet

I wake up as the same girl, happy as ever could be
Living in the nice small town, I call home, none other then the country.