He had plastic bags wrapped 'round his shoes
He was covered with the evening news
Had a pair of old wool socks on his hands
The bank sign was flashing 5 below
It was freezing rain and spittin' snow
He was curled up behind some garbage cans
I was afraid that he was dead
I gave him a gentle shake
When he opened up his eyes
I said, "Old man are you ok?"
He said,"I just climbed out of a cottonwood tree
I was runnin' from some honey bees
Drip dryin' in the summer breeze
After jumpin' into Calico creek
I was walkin' down an old dirt road
Past a field of hay that had just been mowed
Man I wish you'd just left me alone
'Cause I was almost home"
He said "I was just comin' round the barn
'Bout the time you grabbed my arm
When I heard Momma holler, "Son hurry up"
I was close enough for my old nose
To smell fresh cobbler on the stove
And I saw daddy loadin' up the truck
Cane poles on the tailgate
Bobbers blowin' in the wind
Since July of '55
That's as close as I've been"
He said,"I just climbed out of a cottonwood tree
I was runnin' from some honey bees
Drip dryin' in the summer breeze
After jumpin' into Calico creek
I was walkin' down an old dirt road
Past a field of hay that had just been mowed
Man I wish you'd just left me alone
'Cause I was almost home"
I said,"Old man you're gonna freeze to death
Let me drive you to the mission"
He said,"Boy if you'd left me alone
Right now I'd be fishin'"
He said,"I just climbed out of a cottonwood tree
I was runnin' from some honey bees
Drip dryin' in the summer breeze
After jumpin' into Calico creek
I was walkin' down an old dirt road
Past a field of hay that had just been mowed
Man I wish you'd just left me alone
'Cause I was almost home"
Man I wish you'd just left me alone
Cause I was almost home (almost home)
Man I wish you'd just left me alone
I was almost home
brings back memories of home when i was a child fishing and mama cooking homemade blackberry pies, weekends with guitars and country music singing, those was the best years
If dying means going back to happy times, for some , maybe its better than living. If the ultimate "home" is heaven where we are reunited with our lost loved ones, and if dying takes you home, this old homeless man would rather be in that home of happy memories. The world is just too hard for him now. He wants the home of his youth with all of the joys it fills his senses. Fresh cobbler,summer breezes, and fresh mowed hay are huge sensory images!
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