June Bug Day

New June bug day risin Pancake fryin smell Outside yo window To the kitchen down below Curtains blowin in the breeze, Leaves on treetops swayin All I’m sayin is What comes a day Bein born Is all you need When you a child In this big old world Gots love and love and Mama’s love some mo Don’t matter bout clothes and shoes Those South summer blues That you too young fo Alls about fishin, wishin, And grinnin with yo best friend Deep end o’ the delta Skimmin stones That ain’t no arrowheads anyway. All you ain’t got Is all you ain’t needin Only chore what matters Is spring seedin And penny-pulled Tobaccy runnin Old man Tom’s place Outside o’ town Once a two week Piece a plug Penny earned For candy and Man that’s sweet! Heaven aint’s so far for walkin When you’s walkin in bare feet Down by the delta In the dusty dime store town o’ Willacoochee