Buggy Ride
I took my Liz on a buggy ride
It happen the end of May.
Was in between on seasons work
“Thought, why not take a day?”
‘Course I figured she would protest
“There’s work man, don’t you care?”
“No Sir,” she said, “I’ll fix a lunch,
Then wait…I’ll fix my hair.”
Well, I knew I’d hit the jackpot
When comments come that sweet.
So I hustled down to get them mares
And clean that buggy seat.
We kept ‘er in the ol’side shed
Weather tight and all.
Covered with an old grain tarp
pulled that buggy from its stall.
Them mares was mighty sassy
Their whole bodies come alive.
Just a dancin’ as I hit the seat
We come flyin’ up the drive.
I helped Ol’ Lizzie get on board
Said, “Ma,am ya swell my pride.”
Is yer man about…I’m hopin’ no
Like to take ya fer a ride.”
She smiles, then says, “You Ol’ galoot”
I winked with my one good eye.
Then off we tore on down the road.
Two lovers on the fly.
Drove on through them heifers
In that forty on the west.
I pointed out them new cross calves
“Believe this year’s are best.”
“Where we goin’ Jacob?”
Just like she didn’t know.
“We’re headed fer them cottonwoods.”
then I saw Ol’ Lizzie glow.
“Jacob, that’s where you purposed.
I still recall your fear .”
“To me it’s been our special place.
It’s sacred to me dear.”
Had lunch on an Indian blanket
Stretched out an’ watched the sky.
One puffy cloud a floatin’ through
Then another came on by.
“Liz,… ya know I’d do this
when I was young…a sprout.
Lay right here and wonder some
How my life would all play out.”
“Maybe I’ve made a difference
One thing I know that’s true.
There wouldn’t be no mark at all
If it hadn’t been fer you.”
‘Bout the time ya think ya know ‘em,
they’ll put ya in yer place.
Ol’ Liz she starts a cryin’
Puts her hands across her face.
“Aw shucks Liz, I am sorry,
Thought this day would bring ya cheer.”
“It does,” she says, “I’m pleased…I’m glad.”
Then she kissed me through a tear.
We were headin’ fer the main road
Past Ol’ Johnson’s through the pines.
“Jacob could I drive the team?
Love to feel ‘em through the lines.”
“Well, these mares are mighty firey
but, I’ve got a thought we’ll try.
I’ll put my arms around ya dear,
Just in case they wanna fly.”
So…if yer life has hit some mud
Dark days is all ya see.
Take yer gal on a buggy ride
Did wonders fer Liz an’ me.
