the Only Thing I Ever Raised Was Hell | By: Oreo Batard | | Category: Short Story - Other Type Song Bookmark and Share

the Only Thing I Ever Raised Was Hell

Didn't raise a lot of chickens
or plant a field of corn
I never picked cotton
in the hot morning sun
The only thing I ever raised
was a lot of hell!
Then I would steal away
to a quiet river bank
and sleep it off
and watch the big red sun
come up and the mocking birds
would sing to me in the morning sun
I'd build a camp fire and cook
some bisquits and gravy
and make me a pot of some strong Joe
Then I'd turn my radio on and
dance a two step or a jig
while my coffee brewed

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