Dexter was this little town my family used to live
in. All my kin lived real close and everyone had an
opinion. Grandma and gramps lived up the street right
next to the walnut tree. Grandpa died of parkinsons
in 1983. Riding on the go-cart,
at my next door neighbors house.
I couldn't tell the brake peddle,
from the cavities in his mouth.
Ran right over his dog and cat,
as the wheels left the ground.
Didn't know a tree could make such a resonating sound.
Trips in the ambulance are like rides at the county
fair. Needles, shots, and setting bones,
anyone can bare. Hospitals smell real good,
and HBO is free. Dexter town is simple people, just like you and me.
Thanksgiving was a Roosters house on a cold holiday.
I was voting turkey but we had chicken anyway.
Never thought that I'd get sick,
but the bird had it's reasoning.
Nothing I'd say quite like good ol' salmanella poisoning.