I Am From Canning Jars

I am from canning jars, bare feet, and Gibson Guitars

I am from steep ridges, dark hollers, and burned bridges

I am from Irises, Peonies, and Day-lilies

     From fresh mown hay, Dogwoods, and red clay

I am from pulpwood cutters, truck drivers,

     and homemade butter

  I am from full hearts, empty pockets and hard work

      I am from Jerry and Louzine who made me

       From Wade and Maire who helped raise me

       I am from Charles and Gazzie who loved me

    I am from helping hands, Do unto others

       and always be kind

      I am from Goodnight sleep tight

       and Things will turn out alright



I am from Camping In Canaan’s Land,

  The Old Rugged Cross and Just As I Am

    I am from Ireland over the sea,

     North Carolina and Tennessee

    From cornbread and beans, biscuits and gravy


       I am from the Marine, the Sweet Mother

     and the Two Brothers



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