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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
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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