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!