In 1981 I took a little trip
With a guitar and a suitcase
I had nothing else to ship.
Some friends and folks in England
But I left them all behind
For a girlfriend in America
To see what I would find.
Well they all talked strange
But it really didn’t matter
As I rode the range
Through times I felt alone.
And I found a part
Through the chunter and the chatter
To American hearts
That made me feel at home.
Now it wasn’t always easy
Passing people on the left.
But I learned to pass on either side
Ignoring all the rest.
I still could play the music
So I found myself a ‘hood’
With Mary Chapin Carpenter
When things were going good.
So I drove through the streets
And I sang through the troubles
And I wept for my soul
When I thought it wasn’t there.
And I wrapped myself
With my family in a huddle
And discovered “when in trouble’
America still cares.
I didn’t know a thing
But I learned it was important
To know a thing or two of sport
When walking in a bar.
Well the Orioles were tweedy birds
The Colts had just departed,
So I was stuck with Redskins
Back when Riggins was a star.
So I grit my teeth
And I pray for Jason Campbell
I support the Nats.
‘Cos I love the underdog.
And I’ll wave a flag
Through the fireworks and brambles;
Grilling steaks and German brats
And drinking
British Navy Grog!
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I can see you so well through your words . . . great writing! Linda
In Spirit,
Bear