Two Pillow, Mississippi
I went out to a bar last night
It was empty except for one
So I struck up some conversation
Askin “man where are you from?”
He said “I’m from Two Pillow, Mississippi
A small town, deep down South”
Clearly he was Southern
As he drew words from his mouth
“You mean Tupelo?”
I asked within a grin
“No sir” was his response
And where his story begins
He said “Daddy slept in one bed
Momma slept in another
I was eight years old
Knowing they didn't love each other”
“They never carried conversation
Neither kept too many friends
I'd always hoped they'd make up
You know, someday make amends”
“They never argued in front of me
That was a blessing in itself
But I grew up way to fast
My childhood placed upon a shelf”
“I suppose that’s how I came to be
The man I am today
I’ve learned a lot in my short years
And don’t let much get in my way”
“But the thing I cherished most
Slipped through my fingertips
As she walked away from me
I couldn't come to grips”
“So I sit here with this bottle
Telling strangers how I feel
Letting life get the better of me
As I slip between the wheels”
As he told his story
I stared down at my drink
The things he was saying
Really made me think
I thanked him for his story
Wished him best of luck
Pulled my keys out of my pocket
Headed for my truck
I drove home in a hurry
Hoping she was there
Wanting to tell her how I love her
And I’ll always care
"I may not be the best man
Yeah, most times I’m an ass
I’m yours for this lifetime
My love will always last"
~JJR 04/17/16
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