(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

(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