Tuesday, January 08, 2008

ain't a farm boy, ain't a song writer

full color shot, with mostly blacks, grays and whites

I ain't a farm boy (though my daddy was) ain't a song writer (but that hasn't stopped a lot of folks), but if I was a farm boy and song writer, I might write something like this one winter night when my muscles were sore:

Some days shovelin' is my life
Shovelin' feed and manure
the sweet and foul
And snow and coal
the pure white and powerful black
It's all in a day's work
and it helps keep me strong

Shovelin' pure white snow and heavy black coal

Snow brings promise of good crops
and makes the world white and soft
And it means the ol' furnace
will need more coal
I'm happy to shovel to keep my family warm

Shovelin' pure white snow and heavy black coal

The world's mostly gray not just black or white
But the cold snows of winter taught me some
things are only right when they're white
Don't even think about tastin'
snow that ain't white
And some dark truths are needed
to keep us safe and warm

and I learned it all
Shovelin' pure white snow and heavy black coal

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