By Purrsuasiv@AOL.com
Date: 13 August 1997

A Sit-Down Meetin'

He weren't nothin to me, other than jest a feller;
A friend of Daddy's hangin' round sometimes.
Wanderin' in and out, haulin' a load a wood
Mendin' some harness,, tippin' a jug of wine.

He'd hunt with Daddy and he'd help him mow his hay.
Some nights he'd stay over for a late-night game of cards.
When he left, he'd leave a real nice woodsy smell
And a scatter of whittlin's out in the cold back yard.

But then, one day, Daddy wasn't home jest yet
And he ambled in and sat down by the hot wood stove.
It was left to me to entertain this stranger man.
I was a sight from workin' in the apple grove.

It's hard to know how to handle a Daddy's friend.
How to talk to a man in a way he'd likely know.
But I sat myself down and started rantin' on
About a terrible murder on the late night picture show.

Well, he told me to stop and sit as still as I could.
And we'd stay real snug and share a quiet spell.
I did jest that and shook clean to my toes
For he's a powerful man and he made my heart swell.

He had such eyes, they'd swallow the whole of you.
He had a smile that could melt a bllizzard's snow.
It didn't take long for him to plumb win me over
And when he goes to visit Daddy, I ask if I can go.