Rhythmic Stories November 9, 2020

Radio Reality

When I was five I heard a song playing on the radio
Daddy always had it on playing in the background kinda low

The adults sat around talking and the radio songs played on
Daddy had it turned to country songs he said you couldn’t go wrong

There were songs about a yodle aye eye hoo here and there
Or a man taking up drinking cause his women didn’t care

A new song started playing and I listened very close
He was singing a song but telling it like a verse

I started crying so hard Tears were streaming down my face
My mom caught sight of me and jumped up from her place

She looked at dad and said there’s something wrong with her
She grabbed me up and started checking me she must have gotten bitten for sure

Finally, she looked at me and said what’s wrong with you
Through hiccups and tears, I finally got some words through

The words from the radios voice I heard
Talked about a man who couldn’t say a word

They put a rope around his neck and blindfolded him
When they pulled down on the rope he was killed by them

They all busted out laughing and I didn’t know why
It hurt me so much again I began to cry

Hang Down Your Head Tom Dooley poor boy you are bound to die was the song

At the tender age of five, I didn’t understand nothing was wrong

It was just a man on the radio singing a sad song that day
Since then I never listened to music the same way

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