When Daddy’s Hands Were Bigger


Staring at an old framed photograph hanging on my parent’s wall,
It stopped me in my tracks as I was walking down their hall,
I just stood there, going back in time, letting it all soak in,
As memories, like a slide show, reminded me of life back then.

Hauling hay, smelling the sweet grass, riding high on a half-ton Chevy truck,
Splitting wood until blisters formed, then stacking all of it up,
Raking leaves around the roots of the giant white oak late in the fall,
Shooting hoops in the driveway and chasing down the ball.

Riding my bike on Harmony Drive, peddling that black Huffy for hours,
Building a fort in the woods under fallen pine trees near the pasture,
Removing debris damming the little backyard creek to help it flow,
Growing up outside, a young man, always on the go.

The flashbacks began to fade as I slowly came back to the present,
But the last thought I had held me there for several more seconds…
Back then it was a different world of busy, and life was so much simpler,
When Daddy’s hands were bigger.

Just Off Hwy 9

There’s an old two lane state road, runnin’ right past my home
And it takes me somewhere new every day
I’ll follow it back home tonight, and as I look to the left and right
There’s a mem’ry every mile along the way

There’s the bus stop for the junior high, where I got into my first fight
And sick from a drag off a Marlboro Red
If you go a little further down, on the left is an old warehouse
Where I learned you have to work hard for what you get

It’s a highway that’s paved, with the stories of my life
It winds down from the mountains, to the city skyline
Every time that I drive, down this hometown road of mine
I remember everything I love, is just off Hwy 9

Over there’s where the car broke down, the alternator just gave out
While taking her home on our first date
And the corner that I turned too hard, to throw the cans off of the car
As we sped off from the church on our wedding day


There’s the black iron fence, of the cemetery entrance
Where we slowly drove behind my Mama’s hearse
There’s the red light that I ran, in a borrowed mini-van
Tryin’ to get there to see my second daughter’s birth
Yeah, there’s always something new at every turn


There’s an old two lane state road, runnin’ right past my home
And it takes me somewhere new every day

Behind the Lines

Co-written with David Ennis and John Lee. Just Off Hwy 9 is about a hometown highway and the road of life. Do you have a Hwy 9 that brings to mind memories as you drive?

My hometown highway is Hwy 20, but I enjoyed collaborating on this one.




Guarded by barbed wire and grazing cattle,
Growing hills of green gently slope toward

Glittering water reveals an old dock,
Giving fish and worms a place to bob in

Shoes run along streams sheltered by tall trees,
Sneaking among snakes to find kudzu vine

Secret hideouts named because they should be,
Support weary soles on their dangerous

Sunset soon whispers, “Dark shadows are near,”
Stomachs sell their shoes to chase more filling

Behind the lines

Childhood memories.

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