Thursdays… Sounds kinda like thirsty … I’m sitting here tonight wondering if any fool can still buy White Light’ning made around Glen Rose, Texas. I remember tasting it when I lived in Cleburne Texas and worked For the Santa Fe Railroad in that town way back yonder in time, right after the Great Flood. A bunch of us good old railroad boys would drive over to Glen Rose Texas on Fridays after work, it’s only about 20 miles or so away, and we’d buy in quart fruit jars, the prettiest clearest, skull busting, homemade hooch, that damn fools like us thought was safe to drink. Then we’d mosey on back to Cleburne. Sometimes, on the way back home, after a few snorts of that good tasting stuff, we’d find ourselves somewhere down around Waco or up at Ardmore, Okla. One time, one of us was found, by the po-lice one Monday morning abandoned and sitting on the beach in Galveston, Texas. I don’t remember if he ever came back to Cleburne or not. And I don’t remember if that stuff ever killed any of us, least wise I don’t recall…. although come to think of it…… LORD, I ain’t askin’ for nothin’ tonight! I just wanna pause and say I love YOU and I know YOU love me too and a whole lot more, least ways, YOU’d stepped back and allowed that old evil feller to whisk me away a long time ago. I wanna say Thanks, DEAR LORD, for all the wonderful things YOU allowed me to have. Amen
Posted on: Fri, 07 Nov 2014 03:27:27 +0000
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