Green River

It was late afternoon driving and I was jammed up pretty bad on one of the main routes home.  It would have been easy to get impatient….but the sun was a sparkle on the pavement…..and the heavy snow of the morning had become a blanket of water on the road.  There was an amazing sky to the west, dramatic whisps of cloud lit up by an already-setting sun.
The radio was on and I had just cranked it up because I recognized a familiar John Fogerty tune.  A New Yorker drove past me slowly in the lane to the left.  It was more like a boat, than a car and that in itself made me smile.  We all rested to a stop at the intersection. The guy behind the wheel was so large that he seemed to be wedged between the driver’s seat and the steering, a bearded man dawning a baseball cap….and what did I notice immediately?  He was singing the same song at the top of his lungs and was leaning slightly to the right to turn up the volume.  What was he singing?  Green River!!
Well take me back down where cool water flows, yeah.
Let me remember things I love.
Stoppin’ at the log where catfish bite,
Walkin’ along the river road at night.
Barefoot dancin’ in the moonlight.
I can hear the bullfrog callin’ me,
Wonder if my rope’s still hangin’ to the tree.
Love to kick my feet ‘way down the shallow water.
Shoefly, dragonfly, get back t’your mother.
Pick up a flat rock, skip it across Green River.
Up to Cody’s camp I spent my days, oh,
With flat car riders and cross-tie walkers.
Old Cody, Junior took me over,
Said, “You’re gonna find the world is smould’rin’,
And if you get lost come on home to Green River.”
Well….come on home.

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