Country Reel

It’s like an old time movie
Starring Slim Pickens
Or Grandpappy Amos,
We just shuffle along
With Andy and Opie
Down to the fishing hole,
Fast Eddie says what is real
Is the ass end of a fishing pole,
Then all of a sudden the sky opens up
Pouring down some cold rain
So we hole up under a red cedar
Hungry for the fish we never caught,
Late for supper
Under the weather
Over the hill or the rainbow
Whichever is last,
We’re just thankful when night comes,
Then the soft green light falls around us
Before the Manna of Heaven
Rocks us to sleep.