COAL MINERS by Jeff Callaway

COAL MINERS by Jeff Callaway

every time
that i mosey on
back down home
to a southern place in my heart
that i can feel in my bones
i know
Cedar Creek Lake is in my blood
with a (903) area code
and so
whenever i feel
a little lost and low i know
just where to go
to break bread with my family and
friends
to soothe my soul
and then King and i go get drunk and
stoned
on the back road
in the old yellow El Camino
with honey roasted blunts
and a few six packs of El Pacifico
and we just let go
when a Merle Haggard song comes
on the radio
and we’re off
and theres only one place i know
in Malakoff
where the guys and girls can go
to get their rocks off
but you better walk the line
or a bouncer might knock your block off
and if you’re looking for a woman
to blow your socks off
i know just where you can find her
go east on Highway 31
to the honky tonk called
Coal Mines…
and here’s another
reminder
just to help you find her
there’s a big bright neon sign
out front
so you cant miss it
just part your dualy in the gravel
parking lot
and pay five dollars at the entrance
to find King and i
inside
on barstools
drinking ice cold Guinness
and having hell ‘o fun in
hillbilly bliss
is part of our martini existence
it’s half Martian / half Texas
with a lemon twist and
we’re in business
so let me buy you a drink
i insist
the possibilities are endless…

at Coal Miners
i wake to the daisy chain of a cowgirls kiss
at Coal Miners
i bask in the drunken sorcery of a redneck bliss
at Coal Miners
i swallow all the hello shots i can take
at Coal Miners
i found the alcohol portal to
Cedar Creek Lake…

and i scoot my boots and my booty shakes
like both dance floors are a
Texas earthquake…
at Coal Miners





© Jeff Callaway