Just a poor white sharecroppers chow,
I was sitting on the concrete stoop in front of my duplex drinking a brew and rebuilding a 4 barrel carburetor in a paint roller pan half full of gasoline. Parts were all over the place, gas spilled everywhere and it was hot as all get out in the summer of 1983 in southwest FL.
Got out of jail 2 weeks prior and still hadn’t got paid from my new job so I was a broke dik dawg, bad! I had a cheap boom boxed hooked up to a guitar amp and was cranking a cassette tape by 38 special and the song “Hold On Loosely” was playing, when an angel appeared before my very eyes.
Long blonde hair, nice tan, and legs that went all the way up. She stood in front of me with her hands on her hips and said, “I can almost hear your music all the way over at my place.” I didn’t hear a word she said, I just stared and my mouth was probably hanging open. After a second or 2 I asked, “Er, uh, what did you say?” She chuckled lightly and asked if she could watch what I was doing. I was numb from the neck up and don’t remember what I said as she sat cross legged on the grass a few feet out in front of me. I gathered my wits and asked her if she wanted a beer and she said she didn’t drink. I asked her if she wanted a glass of water or a coke and she said a coke would be good, so I jumped up and ran in to get one out of the fridge.
Yes, I ran! Already I couldn’t stand to be away from her.
I was trying to put this Holley carburetor back together while chit chatting with her and I never was a good multitasker. After about half an hour of doing it half wrong at half the speed I told her I’ll need to go get a manual and finish it up later. I asked her if she wanted to get something to eat after I get cleaned up and she said “Sure.”, and I told her she would have to drive and she said that was OK.
Less than an hour into it and I was already knowing she was gonna be my wife. There’d been a lot of traffic on this highway and I’d felt like this before, many times, but this time was different some how….
I was a wild eyed southern boy.
Your baby needs someone to believe in.
And a whole lot of space to breathe in.
So hold on loosely, but don’t let go.
If you cling too tightly, you’re gonna lose control.
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