This is some of the writings of my father Jack. I wanted to put them down here, so they would be saved for future.
A little song I wrote about Cherry Juice…………………
It’s called:
“DADDY RODE THAT CHERRY TRAIN”
DADDY SLAVED AND SLAVED DOWN AT THE FACTORY FOR A DOLLAR AND A QUARTER A DAY.
BUT COME THE WEEKEND, HE FREIGHTED THOSE TROUBLES AWAY.
SAID “TO HELL WITH OLD ONI DOWN AT THE FACTORY,
AND DAMNED THE BILL-MAN AT THE BANK”.
IT JUST TOOK A LITTLE DRANK!
DIDN’T CARE HOW THAT TRAIN A RAN
OVER, UNDER, ROUND, OR SUNDER.
HE JUST KNEW HE’D GIVEN HIS ALL THAT WEEK,
TO KEEP A ROOF, FOR HIS FOLKS UP UNDER.
MAMA SAID I WAS TOO YOUNG TO UNDERSTAND,
BUT DADDY’S EYES SURE LIT UP COME FRIDAY NIGHT’S WHISTLE.
HE’D HOOK HIS LOT TO THAT OLD CHERRY TRAIN,
DESTINATION WAS…………………………….NO PAIN !
HE TALKED ABOUT HOW HIS MIND GOT RIGHT ONCE THAT TRAIN GOT TO ROLLIN.
CAUSE HE KNEW THE SUN ALWAYS SHINED, AND THE SHINE WAS ALWAYS FINE………..WAY UP ON THAT CHERRY MOUNTAIN !
HE SAID A MAN’S ACHES WOULDN’T WORK,
AND HIS PAINS DIDN’T HURT,
COULD EVEN DANCE A LITTLE JIG.
HE MIGHT EVEN TAKE……WHAT THE HELL…………..
ANOTHER SWIG !
HE COULD ACT A “LITTLE FOOL”, NOBODY ASKED WHY.
JUST BLOWIN OFF STEAM…..…TILL THAT MASON JAR RUN’S DRY.
THAT CHERRY GOLD BROUGHT HIM BACK MEMORIES OF SIMPLER TIMES.
TRUTH BE KNOWN,
IT’S EVEN TURNED A FEW PRETTY GOOD RHYMES.
HIS FEET GOT A LITTLE LITE…..
LOTS OF GOOD PICKIN,
LOTS OF GOOD GRINNIN,
UP ON THAT SWEET FOGGY KNOWL.
THAT “CHERRY MOUNTAIN BREAKDOWN”
HELL……..ITS GOOD FOR A MAN’S SOUL!
FEW MORE SWALLOWS AND HE’LL START THINKING.
CUSSIN AND FUSSIN,…… KICKIN AND A SPITTIN……..
CHASIN ALL THE WORLDS SONS-OF-BITCHES AWAY.
“FUCKMSUMBITCHES”….PASS THAT G-DAMN JAR MY WAY!
TAKES TEN BREATHES……NOW THERE HE SITS……..
SITTIN AND DRANKIN……
SITTIN AND THANKIN……
THE WORLD, HE TRIES TO RECONCILE.
NOT MUCH LUCK TODAY…….
TAKES A SLASH AND LETS THAT TRAIN A ROLL ON ANOTHER MILE!
FEW MORE SIPS, PLANES HIM ON OUT……
MIGHT BRING A LITTLE TEAR TO HIS EYE.
GIVES THOUGHT TO ALL THE FOLKS OF HIS LIFE,
THOSE STILL WITH US ………
AND THOSE PAST BY…………
DADDY WOULD RIDE-AND-RIDE-AND-RIDE THAT TRAIN.
HE’D RIDE TILL HE HAD HIS FILL.
HE FINALLY SHERK ALL THAT BAGGAGE……..
UP ON THAT SYRUPY HILL.
COME SUNDAY MORNING, MAMA HELPED HIM OFF THAT TRAIN.
HEAD IN HIS HAND……..BUT FEELIN NO MORE PAIN!
OF CHERRIES HE’D REAK,
BUT TO MAMA, HE WAS MEEK.
AND NOW……HE WAS READY TO BITE OFF THE NEXT WEEK…..
SO COME ONE, COME ALL
ALL ABOARD NEXT WEEK’S CHERRY TRAIN !!!!!!
YOU ONT TO ?
AND THEY WONDER WHY WE GET DRUNK………..
WRITTEN BY JACK ANDERSON SITTING AROUND THE CAMP FIRE DURING THE HUNTING SEASON OF 2008.