©2007
Wayne Cook
Down in Mississippi back in 1962
They was pullin’ corn and filling trucks and listenin’ to the blues
It was hard work and hard money and Klansmen in the streets
You could hear the rumble of the people’s restless feet
Life was hard but life was good, and a story to be told
I liked what I felt and I liked just feelin’ bold
Courage was a word that we never thought about
We just did what we did and ignored the rolling clouds
There was thunder, there was noise, there were battle lines drawn
There was activists who were throwing the gauntlet down
All we wanted was a little work, a little fun and Saturday in the park
All I wanted was a good woman to hold with a lovin’ heart
Working long, workin’ hard, workin’ hands don’t often kill
You gotta serve somebody and we-all be servin’ still
So I work for my 5 dollars and a bit o’ supper going home
You take all your money and bank it in that brick house downtown
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long time back i ve read a shortstory in Bangla where the prince wanted to marry the woman who has the most beautiful fragrant hands and he would not see the face.....ultimately on the final day all these women sits behind a curtain and only their two palms were visible .Prince goes bends and inhales the fragrant of the palms and ultimately chooses the most beautiful ...fragrant hands and the lady is a farmer -girl....who has the fragrant of soil,wheat ,paddy and wild grass flowers in her two palms..... lovely ...dont you think so?
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