Jes Lemme Sang
Mice in the kitchen
Momma be unstrung
work a little hectic
dog just rolled in dung
Daddy’s far away
long time comin’ back
this bed all big and lonely
said ‘yes,’ but what the heck
daughters are a scrappin’
son professed new love
but I was sangin’ blues las night
ain’ nothin’ more I love
so pick away guitar men
let me hear you play
touch me with your strings of steel
I’ll sing us far away
Patricia Spreng
Dad, I gots to do me sum sangin’ las night… belted out good … just like you taught me to. You’d say ‘it was grand, really swell.’ Oh, and I could feel it alright. What a fun crowd, all 4th of July and such. I would tell you how we jammed all night and I kept picking up what they was layin down. It was hot... and they were cool cats, Dad. Totally spontaneous… the way jammin’ sposed to be. You’da loved it…mmm… if’n you was here. ‘Til then big daddy... lil' pitypat
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