well this song is older than the hills and why it came to mind I have not a clue...I have had a mornin' kids and that is puttin' it mild...got poked awake this mornin' to be told there were no lights..(failure to pay bill)..well..I had a rough night as it was and didn't crawl in bed til way past daylight and so at this point I really don't give a shit if we have lights or not...pretty soon..poked awake again...she standin' there askin' me what she ought to do and I tell her I don't give a shit what she does...I paid my end and thats all I gotta worry about...then I wake up and the house is empty...no lights...no phone....no motor car....the Cracker can't have coffee...the Cracker is PISSED!!!...she can poke me awake twice to carry on but she can't poke me up to tell me the last train is leavin' for the coast?...so here I sit...30 miles from nowhere...don't know a soul...cell phone dead.....about the time I headed into my bedroom to grab a bag and walk to the local motel the fan in my room kicked on and I knew I was back in business...about that time the phone rang ....so I'm tilted back up-right...she came in and I got to listen to a line of shit a mile long but I was a kid once and I know the fish that spawned the sayin'.."be there and done that"... thank you darlin'...my mind is kinda scattered and I had a few things I wanted to put down...and this is the main one...there are all kinds of people to make this world go round...I have in my time met a few...there are some I hold in high respect...I respect wisdom...and when I chance to meet wisdom I feel humbled...timid is a word that maybe I have used when thinking these thoughts...but it is respect...I'm not good with words...and with that said kids...I'm gonna head for the door ...the sun is shinin' and I hear it callin' my name... da Cracker

no mountain to high or creek to wide

got ole Johnny Cash singin' at Midnights and I'm tryin' hard to stay on level ground....life is so screwed up sometimes...sometimes it is just that way and sometimes we make it that way...I like to keep things simple so the rocks don't get to big in my road....can't help but be bruised when I stub my toe...but a bruise is better than a cut and I've had my fair share of those too...I would like to think I handle it better now than I did when I was younger...but maybe I don't ...hurt never feels good no matter how old you are...I think that part of life is to know disappointment...like they say at AA..accept the things you cannot change...thats a toughy...but you drink the bitter with the sweet and go on to fight another day....I don't ask questions cause I don't really want to know...in fact there is an old country song that says just that...better not to make plans for in my life plans were meant to be broken...hearts were made to be broken and dreams are made to die...wish and want all you might...it doesn't change the price of eggs...when you get knocked down you have to pick yourself up...dust yourself off and trudge on...nobody can make it easier for you...so there is no real point in shareing what you hold so close to your heart....people want to help...but they can't and all we do when we share is give someone a lever...and it has been my experience that it always comes back to haunt you...I share what is public with the public and what is personal...I bury deep in me...I try to over-look any wrongs...and in my life there has been some real deep cuts...some I have thought about shooting the sob that brought it to me..I do mean that...out there in this big ole world are a couple of very lucky people...I have a rigid set of rules that I live by...I don't expect anyone else to live by them...they have their own life to live...but for me playin' fast and loose never was an option...I have to live with myself....oh lordy kids....it's been a hard days night...soon as Carrie gets in the door I'm headin' to Jeff City...tomorrow is Monday and maybe I will just stay down there...I have a daughter there and it would be handy...well...I'm outta here