UNITED MUSICS OF GEORGIA
Running the cat 'round the castle, the guy in the
treehouse sat up with a gun. Out there somewhere,
it was hunting season again. September's like that
when you live far out - here where the belly-bars
rustle, the cat-tails sway. I haven't mis-spoke now,
have I? Some Jim-Crow miscreant comes running
'round the bend. 'Be the one between the lines!'
he yells. What that means, no one tells. I just
move along. Scamper. Listen. All that song.
The united musics of Georgia again.
Running the cat 'round the castle, the guy in the
treehouse sat up with a gun. Out there somewhere,
it was hunting season again. September's like that
when you live far out - here where the belly-bars
rustle, the cat-tails sway. I haven't mis-spoke now,
have I? Some Jim-Crow miscreant comes running
'round the bend. 'Be the one between the lines!'
he yells. What that means, no one tells. I just
move along. Scamper. Listen. All that song.
The united musics of Georgia again.
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