Blue Ridge Mountains
Shenandoah River
Life is old there
Older than the trees
Younger than the mountains
Blowin' like the breeze
Country roads, take me home
To the place I belong
West Virginia, mountain momma
Take me home, country roads
All my memories gathered 'round her
Miner's lady, stranger to blue water
Dark and dusty, painted on the sky
Misty taste of moonshine
Teardrops in my eye
[Chorus]
I hear her voice
In the mornin' hour she calls me
The radio reminds me of my home far away
And drivin' down the road I get a feelin'
That I should have been home
yesterday, yesterday
[Chorus:Repeat x2]
Take me home, now country roads
Take me home, now country roads
This song was on the radio a lot when I was a kid in the early 1970s.
I didn't grow up in the south, but John Denver never wrote a song about living in the woods on the shore of Lake Superior in Michigan.
And this post probably makes no sense to you unless you're from the country, grew up walking two ruts, and have been stuck in the city for a couple decades. Commiserate, or move along, as you wish.
Photos from http://themountainlaurel.tumblr.com/post/160595890648/cave-path
http://themountainlaurel.tumblr.com/post/157484554188/delta-breezes-patrick-moners
http://themountainlaurel.tumblr.com/post/164735598433
http://themountainlaurel.tumblr.com/post/154609292398
http://themountainlaurel.tumblr.com/post/154009452883/wistfullycountry-alex-strohl-alexstrohl
https://jeenahotrod.tumblr.com/post/152666220866/john-noe-the-pillars-of-the-earth#notes
http://john-noe.tumblr.com/post/152655665636
I didn't grow up in the south, but did grew up in the Northeast in a very rural area. The two ruts really resonates having spent countless summer days walking in areas like this with friends. I was either Bare-footed walking or blasting through on my three wheeler or bicycle. Then I would dig through the woods with the morning dew present, as it hit my bare legs because I already had my bathing suit on. Looking under each fallen tree for garter snakes or salamanders. I would absolutely do it all over again, and it's probably why i'm constantly hiking with my kids with the hope of them capturing that that two rut feeling themselves.
ReplyDeleteI grew up on the south shore of Lake Superior, in Michigan. That's the Canadian border... and so, we both grew up in the North. Were the salamanders over there black, with little white spots? We had those at my grand dads, they seemed to love to hang out under a big sheet of plywood he laid on the ground so that worms would be ready to grab without digging... work smarter not harder, right?
Deletelisten to episode 71 of Mike Rowes "the way I heard it"
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