I Know Where You're Going With This

[couchgrouch]

I Know Where You're Going With ThisDown in a Georgia holler, deep in the mighty pinesPapa's old white lightning, was all that ever shinedthough when he'd pass out, sometimes I'd smash his stillthere's no way to stop weak men, if they've got the willhe knew I planned on leaving, when I turned eighteenwhen the time came I found him, drunk among the evergreenssoon as I started talking, his hollow eyes looked hurthe dropped his jug and told me, don't say another wordI know where you're going with thisyou don't hafta tell mecos I could be wrongbut in your mindyou're already goneyeah, I know where you're going with this"I drifted over Dixie, Texas to Tennesseecos the winds of sadness, have tides just like the seaI won a '60 Harley, in a backroom game somewhereand met a fiery cowgirl, who loved my iron marebut that lady soon learned, some ghosts won't stay hidlike a fool I started drinkin', same as Papa didone night she took the bottle, from my wrinkled bagand said, "I've heard the stories, 'bout your poor old dadand I know where you're going with thisyou don't hafta tell mecos I could be wrongbut in your mindyou're already goneyeah, I know where you're going with this"I've heard that women, are the earthly wings of graceshe showed me far horizons, my footsteps had to faceI poured out ev'ry bottle, but not ev'ry ghost escapedstill, I knew where my shadow, got its crooked shapeyears'd passed since I'd been to, those misty Georgia pinesit's strange how time don't matter, though life's a matter of timeso I took my girl riding, and didn't turn back for homeshe patted that old Harley, then looked down the roadand said, "I know where you're going with thisyou don't hafta tell mecos I could be wrongbut in your mindyou're already goneyeah, I know where you're going with this"(c)2004 Robert George