The Walk
When I was still twelve years old
Back in Nineteen Sixty Six
I had to walk two miles to school
So I'd get me a walking stick
Uncle Ben taught me about that
For to fall would make one humble
Not realizing it was age
More likely to make "him" stumble
Don't think badly of my mother
She gave me money for the bus
I'd rather walk and have money
Oddly that, we never discussed
I'd stop by the old used car lot
I'd buy a dime coke and be glad
Then a Fifty Cent pack of smokes
Would take most of the rest I had
After school I'd walk back home
Sometimes I'd sing to hear my voice
Sometimes I would just take my time
Till I got home, it was all my choice!
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