Got me thinking of the song, Tobacco Road

Tornado Alley took my home,
took my wife, took my own.
My children, before full-grown.

Tornado Alley, take me home.

Now I wander the destruction,
of what once was all my own.
A South of beauty, heart and home.

Tornado Alley, take me home.

Born in the Valley, down by the Creek,
didn't have much, but didn't seek.
Built my home with my own two hands,
filled with love and childhood friends.

Tornado Alley, take me home.

Life was hard, but it was good.
Knew everyone in the neighborhood.
Like a pillar, long time stood.

Tornado Alley, take me home.

She was my life, she was my home.
My travel stopped here like a poem.
My love of was full, so full-grown.

Tornado Alley, take me home.

The sky turned gray, and then turned black.
Turned upside down to what I lack.
Tornado Alley take me back.

Tornado Alley, take me home.

Tornado Alley, where I roam.
Used to call this place my home.
Now it's bare and I'm alone.

Tornado Alley, take me home.

My home was old under the southern sky,
so warm and rich as years rolled by.
Gone in an instant, wondering, why?

Tornado Alley, take me home.

Tornado Alley, I will no longer roam,
under the southern skies of my home.
My life is lost; my life's alone.

Tornado Alley, take me home.

Copyright 2011 © Ronald W. Hull

4/30/11