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Thankee'all.
Larry2
--- Rudy R Christian <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> Larry,
>
> You're my country Christmas song hero.
>
> Absolutely vunderfool!
>
> Rudy
>
> -----Original Message-----
> From: The listserv where the buildings do the talking
> [mailto:[log in to unmask]] On Behalf Of Larry Simpson
> Sent: Tuesday, December 22, 2009 5:14 PM
> To: [log in to unmask]
> Subject: Re: [BP] BULLAMANKA-PINHEADS Digest - 21 Dec 2009 to 22 Dec 2009
> (#2009-268)
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> Here's a song for Y'uns. I don't usually write country songs or Christmas
> songs or otherwise schmaltzey stuff, but I kept hearing the voice of Kris
> Kristofferson past in my head.
>
> Santa Ran a Backhoe
>
> Santa ran a backhoe
> and sometimes chewed tobacco
> until he got too sick and lost his job.
>
> The whiskey took away the pain
> but sometimes made him go insane
> and the neighbors sometimes had to call a cop.
>
> Santa had a pickup truck
> He remembers how he once got stuck
> while hunting deer up on the rocky creek.
>
> When his father tracked him down
> and saw the bottles on the ground,
> he got so mad he couldn't even speak
>
> Now his own son's in rehab
> and his daughter's in Iraq
> but they both tried to be just like their Pa.
>
> He has three grandchildren
> but he never gets to see them
> since his ex-wife took them back to Arkansas.
>
> Santa lost some friends he'd known
> in the bloody combat zone
> and left some of his soul in Viet Nam.
>
> Santa had his house foreclosed
> and walks through town just like a ghost
> wondering why the banks don't give a damn.
>
> He's king of the shopping mall
> with elves and snow and lights and all,
> a white beard and a bright red uniform.
>
> But he once dug the footers
> for the banks and stores and Hooters
> And before that it was all just fields of corn.
>
> He wonders what it was worth,
> all the hardship, time and hurt.
> Then a little girl climbs up into his lap.
>
> First he says his Ho-Ho-Hos
> then asks what she wants the most
> And all she says is bring me back my Dad.
>
> He's gone to this funny land
> that no one seems to understand
> where people hurt each other just for spite.
>
> Santa said, I'll do my best.
> Little girl you must be blessed.
> You're the angel that saved my life tonight.
>
>
> Larry C. Simpson
>
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