(Courtesy/Poem) Just Sitting In Morristown Tennessee

Just Sitting In Morristown Tennessee 

 

Two years wasted here in Gatorville U.S.A.

Poor paying work, then my health went away

Low wages, a safety net I could never get made

Can’t work while you’re ill, so the job went away

States broke, no help at all for white single males

Gotta move on when you can’t pay your own way

 

 

Put your thumb in the air, hope for the best and pray

Can’t stay if you can’t work, here they’ll throw you in jail

Can’t go south, only the jail cells name would change

Lose all you’ve worked for if your health fails you here

Thumb pointing north, hopefully I’ll find a friendlier place to live

 

 

Caught a ride through the Tomahawk let out up in Choo-Choo Tennessee

Now walking north thumb in the air headed toward the Cavalier State

Families roots up in the Blue Ridge, about five days walk from here

Two day’s of walking toward K-town, feet, back, and chest are on fire

Back roads you gotta walk, blue light specials ruin your day if you don’t

 

 

Now in a place called Morristown, another step I just can not walk

Parked my back against a pole that say’s Cumberland and Main

Pulled out my harmonica, trying to take my mind off of the pain

People here seem friendly, several gathering round to hear me play

Wasn’t long before the police came doubted was for the music to hear

 

 

Figured if I was lucky they would just tell me to get up and go away

Shocked the life right out of me when they asked if I had a place to stay

They got me lined up with a shelter, with a bag of groceries along the way

They checked, no warrants, just a man down on his health and luck

Treated me like a man, told me that here is a place I’m welcome to stay

 

 

This town has lots of true Christian folks, they’re not just one in name

If they know that you’re trying, they will help you when you’re down

They helped get me a furnished room where now my head I can lay

Now have some food in the cabinets and some extra clothes on the bed

Central Services, a Church and Goodwill helped, kindness on display

 

 

Within two days I had a job, now in a Bluegrass Band five nights a week I play

On Sundays I play piano at the Church, giving back a helping hand I give my way

No comparisons to how I was treated when my health went out in the Sun Shine State

I’m not to far from Dollywood, beautiful Smokey’s just to the south so pleasing to see

Here even when you’re down and out, if your willing to get off your butt they will help

Some of the finest Christian people you could ever meet, here in Morristown Tennessee

We Watch Ourselves Die, Every Single Day

 

We do don’t we, we watch ourselves die every day via some form of media, or worse, with our own eyes. We see constantly how that there are many people all around us who for many different reasons, are starving and who lack basic shelter from the elements. Not just one gender or race, we are all one, one against physical attacks against our women and our children. We condemn them, yet they continue.

The troubles we are seeing in Ferguson Mo and other communities is a wake up call to the main stream media of a deep seeded hate and mistrust of our own law enforcement . Yes is does appear obvious that it is possible race had an issue, but that is only known in the hearts of the two men who were doing the tango. I am not wise enough to assume to know their inner thoughts. I do know that I do pray to God that it did not. Race being an issue with anyone who says they believe in Jesus is putting coals under their own Cauldron. The real issue in these demonstrations is highlighting what it has become, new rules of engagement and more training seem to be needed. Better re-pour with every law enforcement department in the world with the whole community they serve. Huge other factor, people badly need to quit breaking the law in the first place and when an Officer tells you to stop then stop, if they say put your hands up, just shut up and do it. I have lived many places in my days and I have witnessed towns and regions where the police were the problem because they were/are because they are/were either dirty, violent, or both. I have lived in places as we do now where the law enforcement officers I have met have all been raised as quality people. All policing departments around the world must be true friends of their neighbors of which they are.

 

Most everyone that I know lives either week to week, or at most could only last 4-6 weeks without any revenue coming in. Most small business are very fortunate to last 90 days waiting on their biggest customer to pay them. Life is hard, we all know that, obviously for some, life really drew them a bum deal from their beginning. By American standards I would have to put our physical wealth at a D-. Nothing to brag about for sure, yet we are not hungry or cold. Now, switch your thoughts to the poor we see around us, homeless and hungry in our own townships. We do not care enough about others often enough (more mills than just on holidays) to see if we can help create a unit of family within our own blood families, forget leftover goodwill for a block party or strangers,

 

Last I heard the UN was cutting off food to Syrian Refuges because people who had promised to donate had not sent the money yet. They said that is about 1.2 million people are going to quit getting food. This is a humanity problem! How do we as a human race allow the horrors all around us? Is that it, because it is all around us, we are inundated, saturated in blood? And because most all people have to work so hard every week or day just to have this food and this roof that we do forget about what is going on in the rest of the world. Each day our media show us clips of the bad going on around the world, and we just wait and pray and hope that what we see on TV today won’t be our own town massacre tomorrow. The hungry revolt for basic human needs. If we do not care enough to care about our own Brothers/Sisters/Children who are our own blood and our own neighbors then how in the name of Who/What Deity we worship can we ourselves expect the condition of humanity to survive. Let us all do what we personally can toward trying to work as a community, try to help humanize all those we can that are around us each day. In doing so, we humanize ourselves.

(Courtesy/Poem) Just Sitting In Morristown Tennessee

Just Sitting In Morristown Tennessee 

 

Two years wasted here in Gatorville U.S.A.

Poor paying work, then my health went away

Low wages, a safety net I could never get made

Can’t work while you’re ill, so the job went away

States broke, no help at all for white single males

Gotta move on when you can’t pay your own way

 

 

Put your thumb in the air, hope for the best and pray

Can’t stay if you can’t work, here they’ll throw you in jail

Can’t go south, only the jail cells name would change

Lose all you’ve worked for if your health fails you here

Thumb pointing north, hopefully I’ll find a friendlier place to live

 

 

Caught a ride through the Tomahawk let out up in Choo-Choo Tennessee

Now walking north thumb in the air headed toward the Cavalier State

Families roots up in the Blue Ridge, about five days walk from here

Two day’s of walking toward K-town, feet, back, and chest are on fire

Back roads you gotta walk, blue light specials ruin your day if you don’t

 

 

Now in a place called Morristown, another step I just can not walk

Parked my back against a pole that say’s Cumberland and Main

Pulled out my harmonica, trying to take my mind off of the pain

People here seem friendly, several gathering round to hear me play

Wasn’t long before the police came doubted was for the music to hear

 

 

Figured if I was lucky they would just tell me to get up and go away

Shocked the life right out of me when they asked if I had a place to stay

They got me lined up with a shelter, with a bag of groceries along the way

They checked, no warrants, just a man down on his health and luck

Treated me like a man, told me that here is a place I’m welcome to stay

 

 

This town has lots of true Christian folks, they’re not just one in name

If they know that you’re trying, they will help you when you’re down

They helped get me a furnished room where now my head I can lay

Now have some food in the cabinets and some extra clothes on the bed

Central Services, a Church and Goodwill helped, kindness on display

 

 

Within two days I had a job, now in a Bluegrass Band five nights a week I play

On Sundays I play piano at the Church, giving back a helping hand I give my way

No comparisons to how I was treated when my health went out in the Sun Shine State

I’m not to far from Dollywood, beautiful Smokey’s just to the south so pleasing to see

Here even when you’re down and out, if your willing to get off your butt they will help

Some of the finest Christian people you could ever meet, here in Morristown Tennessee