Chieftain His house smelled like Folgers coffee and cigars His yard was filled with chickens, dogs and old cars Had one stump of a leg that he had to keep wrapped Didnt eat nothin wasnt raised, hunted, fished or trapped Sometimes had fried chicken for supper to manys surprise The feet were still connected to the drumsticks and thighs Bulldogin cowboy from Oklahoma Territory Joined up with the Navy, became a sailor at sea Had a passel of daughters, bout six of em Id guess Prettiest things ever put on a dress Should a fella think theys easy pickens for beddin Uncle Bully offered em either funeral or weddin A double-barrel shotgun protected his pride For fellas who wanted lovin without takin a bride Ol Junior Pickens chose the piper to pay Good thing cause his bride had a bundle on the way When the roof leaked coffee cans caught what they could Had a cast iron stove that burned dinner and wood Drove a standard GMC pick-up, his girls rode in the back Could look out the back window, past the guns in the rack Had a big, tender heart buried deep in his chest No use for it since layin his beloved misses to rest Wore Ben Davis work clothes, black glasses, horn rimmed As age over time made his sight poorly and dimmed Got tattooed in the service while still just a lad Faded reminders of the days he sailed like Sinbad Had strong, stubby hands worked hard all their life With short, thick fingernails he pared down with a knife Had an old blood hound slept rolled on his back Scratched so many fleas, hes too tired to track Uncle Bully is passed but his memory lives on An era died with him; an old man long since gone...
Posted on: Sun, 17 Nov 2013 03:38:01 +0000
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