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The story I'm about to relate Is true, or so I've heard Daddy told it many times I remember most every word On a long ago Sunday afternoon Grandpa said, "I've got a surprise." He'd hired a driver and his motor car To take the family for a ride The young man was their neighbor In Thacker, West Virginia He wanted to take his gal along But there was no room for Lavinia Grandpa and Louise, his wife, Sat up front with the nervous driver Crowded in the back seat were Four kids who were none the wiser Daddy, and his sisters two And Hershel, their step brother, Laughed and sang along the way And kidded with each other Things were going smoothly until The driver let out a shout "What's wrong with you?" my Grandpa asked. He screamed, "The brakes are out!" It just so happened that right about then They were headed down Blackberry Mountain The brake pedal now was to the floor And the speed was beyond countin' Grandpa was cussing and Louise was screaming When the driver yelled, "Everybody jump!" Grandpa grabbed him by the collar and said, "You do and I'll whip your rump!" The car kept speeding down the grade But the load was a little bit lighter 'Cause Nettie and Brookie had both jumped out But Daddy and Hershel held tighter The two girls landed in gravel and thorns Their kneecaps scraped and bleeding They took off running after that old car But the rattletrap kept on speeding It wasn't long before they spied the remnants of Hershel's cap "Oh, no, he's dead," poor Nettie sobbed "Cause he wouldn't just leave it like that!" Running and crying and thinking that Poor Hershel was in the ditch dead They were able to breathe sighs of relief When they spotted the car up ahead The driver had finally got it to stop As they crashed in a pile of dirt Except for some bruises and crushed egos They were scared but not really hurt It was long about then that Hershel realized He was missing his precious old cap He started sniveling until he saw That Nettie had brought it back Grandpa swore that never again Would he ride in such a contraption The horse and buggy would suit him just fine Without this embarrassing distraction I miss the days of hearing Daddy tell The story of that Sunday car ride I guess it goes to show who the winner is When an old man and a car collide Kathleen McCoy Eldridge © August 3, 2005 All Rights Reserved bar




Music: "Lonesome Fiddle Blues"
Bluegrass Midi Files
Sequenced by Midiot


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