we came down thru’ the cliff face

lime chalk & red sandstone

found the shanties here n there

made up of driftwood

whatever washed ashore

& I wanted one right there

to be told of grandpa rights

no bill of sale just passed down

son to son daughter to daughter

I could see me clear late nights on a porch

glass in one hand pen in the other

using the moonlight & booze

to get down what I needed said

wake up in the morning

still sitting there pages of notes

yeah I can see that he said

you always were a redneck

like he thought I’d be insulted

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