On the South Side

With the new year upon us, my thoughts turn to young love. When a girl and guy fall for each other; in love for maybe the first time. What is love? Why, glad you asked. As a certified old married guy, I hold the secrets to love. Yes, that's right, all you have to do is ask, and the secrets I will share. First, though, some poetry. What could I say that the great poets haven't before? Little, I'm sure. Sweet little Sheila You'll know her if you see her Blue eyes and a ponytail Cheeks are rosy She looks a little nosey Man, this little girl is fine Never knew a girl Like my little Sheila Her name drives me insane Sweet little girl That's my little Sheila Man, this little girl is fine Me and Sheila go for a ride Oh-oh-oh-oh Feel funny inside Then little Sheila Whispers in my ear Oh-oh-oh-oh I love you Sheila dear Sheila said she loves me She said she'd never leave me True love that will never die We're doggone happy Just me and her together Man, this littl

It was Christmastime of ought-five The whether had finally turned cold The news came that Mr. Ray had passed Now everyone had to be told About the plans to honor him And how we’d do that at the church Where he gave his life and two loves And now; an end to his search His daughter asked me to sing a song I was honored but afraid Afraid that I wasn’t worthy Then, He spoke; and I obeyed Mr. Ray’s grandson told me, “Your dad sang at my grandpa B's service.” I said, “That’s somethin',” and thought, “Thanks for making me nervous.” Bing Crosby, Eddie Arnold and me We sang Rock of Ages From Our Favorite Hymns we picked After turning lots of pages

I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains, I've walked and I've crawled on six crooked highways, I've stepped in the middle of seven sad forests, I've been out in front of a dozen dead oceans, I've been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard Isn’t that enough?