Lom

Lom laughed a lot with a gleam in his eyes, he was nobodys fool
Doted on his grandkids and I believe he loved his mules
Take the harness off, rub them down with a tow sack, at the end of the day
Every time they roll over thats another thousand dollars, youd always hear him say

Lom fed them grain, kept them in the dry, took good care of his mules
Coiled the lines on the hames and talked to them, liked he would to me or you
He never mistreated them at all, or allowed anyone else to
Didnt hook them up to anything he knew they couldnt move

If a rock wedged a log or it dug in a bank crossing a creek
Hed move it over or dig out around it, hook another mule with a double tree
Cut a sapling, say hup, when they leaned in the collar as the leather began to squeak
Hed lay that sapling across their hooves, and holler out Come or bleed

Loms joints got stiff, couldnt get around as he grew old
He bought a ton truck, hauled ties from the saw mill, to where they put them in Creosote
At first it seemed when Lom needed to stop down at the end of the road
Hed forget to use the brakes, but stopped anyway, hed just holler out Whoa

Lom was a real straight talking, right square shooting, solid old mountain man
Figured stumpage in his head, signed his name with an X, sealed a deal by shaking hands
When they stretched him out in the coffin with his white shirt and overhauls
I believe everybody knew hed loved his mules and grandkids most of all


Copyright Byron Walker 2008

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[chuxtrux]

nice piece of history, as usual. interesting lyrics, puts you right there "on the front porch" so to speak.