High Noon

Spent a week in Searcy
Working my fingers to the bone
Searching for a direction
By the Lord’s mercy

Traveling home on the trails
A babe on my mind
Her smile and laugh
Like no other kind

I can’t shake the thought
I’m singing with the diesel

Lord get me home soon
I can’t go another minute
I’ve got to see her by tonight
Let me get to her by high noon

This heavy load ain’t slowing me down
The chains on this tractor strapped tight
I’m pushing this old diesel to its limits
Why can’t this truck go faster

I can’t shake the thought
I’m singing with the diesel

Lord get me home soon
I can’t go another minute
I’ve got to see her by tonight
Let me get to her by high noon

She’s out wheeling and dealing
To chase horses and barrels
That Eighter from Decatur is eyeing
Hoping to get that special feeling

All I can do is fly down the road
Drop this heavy load of mine
Race over to her by nine

I can’t shake the thought
I’m singing with the diesel

Lord get me home soon
I can’t go another minute
I’ve got to see her by tonight
Let me get to her by high noon

Reviews

[Robert Haigh]

This feels like a song. I too write songs, as well as poetry. This one of yours is an expression of love from a man with a mission! Good to know you have someone soft and warm and loving waiting at the end of the line!

[Coyote Poetry]

I liked the poetry my friend. I felt the song in the words.
"All I can do is fly down the road
Drop this heavy load of mine
Race over to her by nine"
I liked the above lines and I have tried to escape, and I ended up 12 miles from where I was born. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote