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Cross CountryGramma called me up from South DakotaSo I took off in my old ToyotaAnd thought of all this country’s good forCos I saw dawn sparkle in a dew dropand heard four Detroit kids singin’ doo-wopthen I learned what our nation’s always stood forcos one night by the highwaysidetwo crosses reflected heaven’s lightso I love football and my Old Milwaukeetimberwolves moonbathing in the Rockiesand Old Glory wavin’ in the windbut it’s two sticks in a starlit meadowO that somehow cast a holy shadowand that makes this a cross country my friendshoeshine boy outside a Memphis barberLady Liberty in New York HarborPeterbilts outside a House of PancakesLeafy sidewalks filled with trick-or-treatersStone-carved faces of our greatest leadersHigh above the South Dakota landscapeBut of all those symbols n signsFrom crib to coffin it’s one that always shines so I love football and my Old Milwaukeetimberwolves moonbathing in the Rockiesand Old Glory wavin’ in the windbut it’s two sticks in a starlit meadowO that somehow cast a holy shadowand that makes this a cross country my friendSpirits in the wind like dandelionsThat day me n Gramma started cryin’As her man was buried with psalms and prayersHis cross said that all his sins were pardonedLike a scarecrow in forever’s gardenIt guards ev’ry soul that’s risen thereCos from beginning to endThis is a cross country, my friendA cross country, my friend…©2007 Robert George