Folklore

My dear sweet daddy was the banjo boy

Grew up poor on a little farm

Old dirt town ain't there no more

Just a road through the field was all we found

If you close your eyes and free your mind

You can see the store and the little mill

Brothers jumping down the railroad track

Lotos' voice rolling down the hill

Folklore hovers around the jamboree

Where the tree line meets the sky

Wrap the words in a ribbon

Around her broken wing

That's how you're going to learn to fly

Bob-white whistler through the summer wheel

Don't you know he's got a better view

Grandma claimed a quarter cherokee

I got the blood and the locket

And the picture she drew

Imagination is blessed thing

To have and hold just what you want

You can conjure up a bright light dream

Or find a dark old house to haunt

Dance all night and don't slow down

Jump so high to steal the crown

Bless the child and all we found

Cuss that ivy moon

Promenade a dance hall reel

Never mind the whippoorwill

I found an arrowhead in a cotton field

That was just about to bloom

My old body is going to die someday

I want to turn to dust on a country road

Tune me into the song you play

So this world won't ever let me go