Sleepy Little Farm Town,
Provider of Produce, Maker of Hay
Town of Believers, Gateway to Alabama;
Country, Redneck, Strong,
Town of Tradition:
They tell me you are a ghost town and I believe them, for I
have seen your old abandoned buildings.
They tell Me you are slow and I answer: Yes,
I have seen their slow pace of life.
They tell me you are old-fashion and my reply is: Tradition
blankets the community.
After answering so I turn to those who Insult this town and
shout back to them:
But show me a town with stronger faith and family ties, so
proud to be the heart and soul of America, hard-working
Breaking their backs just to earn a dollar under the Georgia
sun, here stands a tall weathered man who knows what
struggle is, set in the shadow of the Atlanta city lights;
Tireless as a Bloodhound following a scent, steadfast as the
migratory pattern of geese,
Lifting, flinging, never to give up,
On the front porch, sleep filling his eyes, snoring with
Under the calluses snoring like an old man
Snoring as a tired worker snores during a well deserved
Basking in the sun and snoring that under his tough
skin is the heart and soul of the people from a southern
Snoring the tired, breathy, deep-sleep snore of the people,
rural, value-centered, quaint, proud to be a Sleepy Little
Farm town, Provider of Produce, Maker of Hay, Town
of Believers, Gateway to Alabama, Country, Redneck,
Strong, Town of Tradition.