Good Old Long Johns

The tree stands naked in the yard, all its leaves are gone,
And Autumn has changed to Winter, I can hear the wind as it moans,
I wonder what the next weather front will bring, it could very well be snow,
Down here in Alabama, one just never knows,
White roads are scary, because it seems no one knows how to drive,
And between the white ones and the wet ones, I'm thankful to be alive,
This time of year I reverse my thinking, and would rather it be hot,
Than to have the flu and be laid up in bed, coughing and blowing snot,
It surely is football weather, good to see them boys break the huddle,
I don't know if there is any more love, but it seems the Mrs. wants to cuddle,
I guess if the vacation didn't get all my money, then Christmas surely will,
But this is the only time of the year, that I realize how good long johns feel.
Randy "Pops" Stone 12-01-10








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