Milt This One Is For You
I promised Milt I'd tell him a tale
Turn on a little Hillbilly music OK
I was about the age of six or seven and bootleggin was a real bad habit.
Or so I heard
We had one road called the Cannon Ball Road
Where the law'd hide in the trees and wait for the brew
Trying to stop all of these illegal crews
Or so I heard
Now where we lived there weren't many homes
And most of the owners worked their homes were so new
You see all this took place back in WWII
Or so I heard
One afternoon mom, my little brother, a cousin and me
Were in the house it was pre TV
The door burst open and a man ran in, "I gotta use you phone right away," said he
Or so I remember
Scared to death mom showed him the phone
We all just stared as he made his call
And Zeke my little brother started to bawl.
Or so I remember
He hung up the phone thanked mom and explained
He had to get hold of his brother, he said
It seems he'd heard the cops were planning a raid.
Or so I remember
He left and mom rushed to the door
There was no way to lock it to stop another scare
So she and my cousin pushed up a big chair.
Or so I remember
The next thing she did was then call my dad
"Call next door to his brother " is what he said
Zeke and I climbed upon the back of the chair
And looked out the window until he was there
Or so I remember
The cops did raid Bushers Grape Vine after work
And as it turns out they went to our church
We found out he had ran nearly three miles to ask for mom's help
Or so I remember
Zeke and I had so much fun on the back of the chair
Whenever dad would have to work late at night
We'd beg mom to lock the door to avoid another such scare
Or so I remember
Copyright © Marycile Beer | Year Posted 2007
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