In the Southern Sun
He said
Look at here boy
Aint nothing worst than life
But you might as well live
And times are coming
For better or worse
You might as well hold on
I’m still here
And until I die
I’ll be the same man
He says
Boy I’m still here
And until I die
I’ll be the same man
I said father
I’m going to move away from the river
I’m going to be a city man
He said, sun down, it’s getting late
And you’ll have all night to chase those dreams
He said son now
Your mother calls so goodnight
I’m still here
And until I die
I’ll be the same man
He says
Boy I’m still here
He wasn’t my real father I can’t even call him that
Around a southern sun he marched in a straw hat
It’s a hundred degrees outside he must be crazy
Seventy-six and he takes on the humidity
Better than me
He says
World war II was nothing new
You should’ve seen Vietnam
He says you see boy
I’m still here
And until I die
I’ll be the same man
RIP S.G.
Copyright © Jerry Golden | Year Posted 2009
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