The Road to Mudcrutch Farm

Just a flash past Dub's,
out on thirteenth,
the sunday assembly just kept growin'
drifting down the dusty side street
Dirt freak daddies
with their Hogtown old ladies
huggin' bottles of wine
and fat bouncing babies

They smelled the music
and heard the smoke
Pine trees swayin' in a warm summer haze
Laughing out loud at their own jokes
Homegrown denim,
peasant girls with hair swingin'
Sweet hip shakin' mommas
their young bodies swayin'

And that was the charm
walkin' arm and arm
feelin' free
on the road to Mudcrutch farm
High time laughin'
and barefoot dancin'
down the road to Mudcrutch farm

The band was rockin'
in the side yard
sending Byrds high on an afternoon sky
while John B. Good stroked his guitar
Cheshire cat smiles
and sleepy eyed styles
pulled the rest of them in
as they danced that last mile

Long haired floaters
lost in the moment
watchin' the crazy old world spin away
groovin' in laid back contentment
The tie dyed ones
Mother Nature's sons
trippin' to the back beat
beneath a Gainesville sun

And that was the charm
walkin' arm and arm
feelin' free
on the road to Mudcrutch farm
High time laughin'
and barefoot dancin'
down the road to Mudcrutch farm

R. C. Arquette
9/22/95