Runs In The Family

She didn’t know what hit her…a note left years ago sayin’…,stepped out for smokes…,he never returned…

Some say he left her ’cause she was cheatin’ on him with a preacher…a wild charismatic man with stories to tell and a golden tan…other women had been with him too…’least that’s what they say…all of em married…lookin’ for somethin’ they weren’t gettin’ at home…some romance…held while they’d sleep…woken in the middle of the night with a kiss… that’s what they said…that’s what they said…

No…he took off in his pick-up and headed down South on 41…goin’ through Terre Haute…wantin’ to see the place of his birth…wantin’ to touch the grass he knew when he was a kid…forget all ’bout bein’ grown-up for a change…left his insurance business all behind…took a little cash with him…and drove to Arkansas in the middle of the night…the air was cool…it blew through the vents…

His daddy was the same way…he took off in the midnight hour as well…he’d drive all over the country…through the Rockies…out to Arizona…spent time in Texas too…they found his body in his truck along the highway…momma said…,just bury the son-of-a-bitch…

And now he’d wind up the same way…body found in old Dixie with crows flyin’ ’round it…hawks…buzzards…never made it back to his place of birth…gave up on that notion…funny how it runs in the family…

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