A Home Brew Fiasco

A Home Brew Fiasco My lips were parched, my tongue on fire another shot I did so very much desire Thank my pappy for this kicking home brew O' Lord, how to make it, if only I knew! Sun was about set into its rosy red glow three hills over was square dance and show I set me a mighty happy and quickened pace so very eager to get to that dancing place! I hear that fast fiddle singing from afar stop to drink last liquor from my fruit jar Another burn that went down mighty fine whiskey my favorite, never cottoned to wine! One more high hill to just climb on past swirling head tells my legs to please last Sun has set and darkness so rapidly falls music rings louder its beckoning calls! Another hundred steps and I'll be there singing, dancing and pretty gals everywhere Ease myself up against this restful oak tree surely a rest will be so very good for me! Eyes heavy and dark clouds coming on down now is no time to worry, no time to frown Darkness races into this tired old brain no worries, rest easy avoid all the strain! Morning sunlights breaks between the trees O' my, pray I didn't sleep all night please Suddenly I hear the morning call of a dove I missed out on last night's dance and love! My lips were parched, my tongue on fire another shot I did so very much desire Thank my pappy for that kicking home brew O' Lord, how to make it, if only I knew! Robert J. Lindley , 08-21-2014 Inspired by a story my uncle told me back in 1965. How grandfather once made moonshine and missed out on his first date with grandmother. Luckily she was a forgiving woman and grandfather a very handsome man or else they'd never married and I would not be here to sling tha' ink!