I’ve learned in the last year, that the little girl who to came to live with my neighbor for a few weeks was none other than “Grandpa” Jones’ daughter, Alisa. She was my childhood playmate every once in a while. We had great fun together, but just normal rural little girl style. Everything was so much simpler then. It would be cool to be in contact with her again, as adults. We could trade stories from our childhoods.
At a party last week, there was some high-class folks
Ev’rything on the table, an’ that ain’t no joke
They had barbecue possum, rattlesnake gravy
Chicken fried skunk, an’ it smelt real crazy
Ev’rything went fine, but one thing made me blue
A cat reached across my plate, for some armadillo stew
Now when you at the table, you act real nice
You say, “pass me that” or “pass me the platter”
But just because you hungry, an’ happen to come in late
Don’t you go reachin’, across MY plate
h/t Albert Collins
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KFp3TCSNwgI