Pebbles

[couchgrouch]

PebblesJoe's dad drank so much whiskey, he could hardly walkwhen he hopped in his pick-up, and hit young Joe's doghe'd come home from taverns, beat Joe with his beltwhen drinking swallowed his liver, Joe wasn't sure how he feltbut he grew up a loner, doubting life and friendsthinking love's a false beginning, that leaves you in the endothers thought he wandered, dreaming of his dadwhat else could make a young man, fall apart like thatpebbles, tiny stones of chancewhen they start rolling, they cause an avalanchesome folks ignore them, just because they're smallbut when they tremble, that's when mountains fallpeople say just big things, move a person's heartbut watch the lonesome pebble, cos that's who we areJoe sat by the jukebox, in some bar near Louisvillewhen a lonely waitress, played Lefty Frizellsomething stirred his spirit, there in that salooncos he knew what kind of sadness, calls for Lefty tunesand there's no shortage of women, that like Joe's kind of mansilent, with a heart of myst'ry, a breed few can brandso when his boots quit drifting, and he wed a country girldiamond ladies wondered, what made him fall for herpebbles, tiny stones of chancewhen they start rolling, they cause an avalanchesome folks ignore them, just because they're smallbut when they tremble, that's when mountains fallpeople say just big things, move a person's heartbut watch the lonesome pebble, cos that's who we area young boy crying in the streetdead border collie at his feeta barmaid who knows reasons to go oncan be found in sad old country songspebbles, tiny stones of chancewhen they start rolling, they cause an avalanchesome folks ignore them, just because they're smallbut when they tremble, that's when mountains fallpeople say just big things, move a person's heartbut watch the lonesome pebble, cos that's who we are(c)2005 Robert George