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by Gary E. Andrews - 09/21/26 04:03 PM
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country...
Looking For a Sign
Sixty miles an hour on a lonely midnight ride Drinkin’ moonshine whiskey And the road was misty all along the mountainside I recalled a summer evening and an old porch swing Stars were burnin’ brightly Susie there beside me tryin’ on that golden ring Then I passed some painted plywood fasted to an oak It said Kingsnake River was just ten miles up the road
But I kept on goin’ And followin’ the yellow line Hopin’ for an omen That life and death were by design Just drivin’ in the night and searchin’ for the light Lookin’ for a sign
I saw haunted willow trees with tears of hangin’ moss And a desp’rate madness Soon replaced the sadness of my tragedy and loss Somewhere ‘cross that river was a porch swing ‘neath the stars Darkness whispered sweetly That my love’d meet me and forever would be ours So I gunned my Chevy up to eighty headin’ south One more scrap of plywood said the river bridge was out
But I kept on goin’ And followin’ the yellow line Hopin’ for an omen That life and death were by design Just drivin’ in the night and searchin’ for a guide Lookin’ for a sign
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Then I saw a porch swing on a farm Swayin’ slowly ‘neath a patch of stars Like what haunted me, somehow wanted me To see those lights come shinin’ through And they showed me that our time on earth Is just borrowed from the universe O and it’s a crime, to return our time Before the heavens say it’s due
So I hit the brakes and fin’lly skidded to a stop Though I knew forever Waited in that river in a quick and painless drop When I turned around that farm and porch swing weren’t there Just a patch of stars to watch me park and say a prayer
Then I kept on goin’ And followin’ the yellow line Cos I’d seen an omen That life and death are by design Just drivin’ in the night and searchin’ for the light Lookin’ for a sign
©2010 Robert George
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