Hound Beneath My Porch

[good4somethingbum]

Hound Beneath My PorchMe and ol’ Sniff went huntin’, in the dark Dakota hillsBear got hold of his hind leg, poor Sniff was nearly killedHe ran off-a-howlin’, vanished for a week or moreThen I was sittin’ out back, when stars shone through the cracksOn the hound beneath my porchOl’ Pike came home from Saigon, back in ‘73He looked fine but his blue eyes, had wounds no one could seeThere’s a bridge by the train tracks, where he goes if there’s a stormHe hides alone in the chill, fightin’ sleep…tryin’ to healLike a hound beneath my porchI don’t know how he gets through, sometimes his wounds cut me, tooAnd at night it costs me sleep, how life can seem so cheapSo I walk out in my yard, to a lonely place to prayStand there as dark clouds, cover up the milky wayBut the slim hand of starlight, can heal my faith once moreClose my eyes till it shines down, and slowly I feel foundLike the hound beneath my porchThe hound beneath my porch…©2007 Robert George

[good4somethingbum]

thanks brian. I wasn't sure what Lost I meant, though.

[bc]

Robert, your song lyric fits like a favorite old huntin' jacket, and evokes strong images of the real world beyond urban sprawl. In fact I meant to share this with you Lost In ArkansasShe was bornin an Ozark stormon the ferry crossin' Bull Shoals Lakein the front seat of her mom and daddy's Delta 88Back seat packedlike a huntin' shacktradin' Tulsa for the Devil's clawto pursue a little happiness beyond the urban sprawl.Her momma smiledwhen daddy whisperedwe aughta' name her Arkansas'cause we be gettin' lost.Lost, in ArkansasHe was bornwith a silver thornproddin' him to drink his whiskey neat.Every night he dreamt of life beyond the corporate balance sheet.Back seat packedlike a huntin' shackby the time they missed him he was long,'crossed the Mississip' and caught up in the Ozark mountain fog.He broke downshe pulled upsaid her name was Arkansasnow he be gettin' lost.Lost, in ArkansasVermilion hair and lipsand real woman hipshis world was too damn coldit's warm in her zip codelost in love on a backwoods mountain roadNow every nightwhen the sun setssomewhere deep in Arkansasthey be gettin' lost.Lost, in Arkansas ©2007 B.Garland Cole

[jchitty]

Man, BC and Robert, you both write AMAZING lyrics.

[good4somethingbum]

thanks guys...I really appreciate that. I was trying to keep it as simple yet relatable as I could.

[liamkelly]

Quote:Man, BC and Robert, you both write AMAZING lyrics. Don't they just. Enviable.

[jchitty]

Quote:Quote:Man, BC and Robert, you both write AMAZING lyrics. Don't they just. Enviable.Yep, both of them are very talented. BTW....maybe next year for the Road Rally, Liam....y'all leave the light on for those who can't attend. Another year rolls around fast, so we'll all meet up soon.

[bc]

Ha! Robert and I are like backwoods bookends Chits, you're welcome at my campfire any time. bctonight they're cloggin' bluegrassin a smoky ridge vignettekinda' like that River Danceinsert outa' work rednecks