Folk Song

Folk Song

 

I want to write a folk song

With hounds on the porch

And moonshine passed there along

With no need to recork

 

I’ll write in the rocking chair

As if I were very old

And with a pipe in my mouth

My story will unfold

 

My song will be simple

with simple music played

And they’ll perk up when they hear

The lyrics that I say

 

I’ll enjoy a home-made meal

With dishes of all types

I’ll try to remember each of them

And savor every bite

 

I want a song one can sing along

And that simple folks can enjoy

No hip-hop or hard rock bands for me

Its fiddles i’ll employ  

 

My song will play on the radio

And one Saturday i’ll listen in

To hear the top forty count down

And my little song therein