GUEST ARTIST BYRON WALKER, ROD OF CORRECTION, original

ROD OF CORRECTION, copyright Byron Walker, 2009

Byron and I are members of the same song writer group in Cuyahoga Falls, Ohio. He is a fine folk historian and one of my favorite story tellers. Hope you enjoy some of his art, chuck.

Clarence was a Ford mechanic when the model A was new.
After the Panic he made white whiskey and drank his share of the dew.
Post-prohibition back in Marshall County got a grist mill and a sawmill too.
Bought a gravel truck, started drivin it, lost bout everything cept his shoes.

Put Bob on the road when he was young, said hed have to learn to use his tools.
Bob worked a few jobs, joined the Army, neither one of them was a fool.
Clarence bought half a farm, started a plumbing shop, paid the bills when they came due
With the money Bob made gambling in New Guinea back during WWII.

Bob came back, robbed the cradle, think he tried to sire children by twos.
Wanted enough he said to push his truck off, had six before he was through.
Shop wouldnt keep em both in beer after they paid the crew.
Dont know what Clarence drank then, Bob started drinking his own home brew.

Then Bob was called to preach, commenced like all good Baptists do.
Took the land with the mortgage, farmed it with a team of mules.
Gave the farm away, moved to Orlando, by way of Michigan and Carolina too.
Wound up in a Baptist concentration campwith a tribe that was new.

He disciplined his children so that the right way they would find.
Clarence beat him once with a buggy, but that was when he wouldnt mind.
When Bob beat me, my ambition was to let that be the last time.
I can still hear the proverbs, Thou shalt beat him with a rod, he shall no surely die.

Spare the rod and spoil the child.
Foolishness is bound in the heart of a child, but the rod of correction shall drive it far from him.

Back then I thought I was doin somethin wrong.
Now I realize it dont make him a saint just cause hes gone.
Guess he tried to be bout the best he could be.
Remember sittin real still and hopin he didnt notice me.

When Im laying in the ground
Kinda hope my children wish I was still around.

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[Revumch]

Another classic by Byron. Thanks for posting.

Ken M-A

[chuxtrux]

hi there ken. yes, byron really is one of my favorite writers. be well, chuck.

[SUNNYD3322]

Nice song and excellent lyrics. Love the guitar work.

[chuxtrux]

@SUNNYD3322 hi sunny. thanks for taking the time to listen, chuck.

[onewomanandsomesongs]

Love this, Chuck...give your friend, Byron, my highest compliments. I love storytelling music like this. We need storytellers like you and Byron to keep this type of music alive....it's just so filled with character.

I like the 'religious concentration' camp too....boy this song speaks about abuse too. But it also speaks of a whole life in a very rich way.

[chuxtrux]

hello janet. thank you so much for listening byron and i appreciate your opinions, be well, chuck.

[chuxtrux]

hi pete. hope you got your computer fixed by now. look forward to hearing your next original. thanks for listening to this friend byron. peace and love, chuck.

[CurtisMateer]

A Baptist concentration camp. Hah. You've gotta laugh. Got a couple of inlaw Baptist Ministers of Religion so I guess I can see the funny side too.

[chuxtrux]

hello scott.  thanks for listening. he has such a fine collection of true stories. they all hold my interest. be well, chuck.

[cadwalladee]

I can see why he is one of your favorites, Chuck - this is a great story done really well. It has that authentic feel to it that can only come about authentically....