#patrick brayer

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Dan Tyminski and Jerry Douglas performing "The Boy Who Wouldn't Hoe Corn". ________________________________ The Boy Who Wouldn't Hoe Corn Songwriters: Patrick Brayer, Jerry Douglas, Barry Bales, Dan Tyminski, Ron Block and Alison Krauss

Tell you a little story and it won't take long 'Bout a lazy farmer who wouldn't hoe his corn The reason why I never could tell For that young man was always well

He planted his corn in the month of June By July it was up to his eyes Come September, came a big frost And all the young man's corn was lost

His courtship had just begun Said, "Young man, have you hoed some corn?" "Well I tried and I tried, and I tried in vain "But I don't believe I raised one grain."

He went down town to his neighbour's door Where he had often been before Saying, "Pretty little miss, will you marry me?" "Little miss, what do you say?"

"Why do you come for me to wed? "You can't even make your own cornbread "Single I am, and will remain "A lazy man, I won't maintain."

He turned his back and walked away Saying, "Little miss, you'll rue the day "You'll rue the day that you were born "For giving me the devil 'cause I wouldn't hoe corn."

[rainingmusic]

BEN HARPER - Faded

[median-indian-blog]

the guava flower

there's an ink well over the desert there's an ink well over tennessee everything else in between we run thru a real fine screen as the morning hour / comes out like a guava flower ---- slender hands of golden tears of joy and not of fears a doctor listens for a little heart within like a flower beating against tin as the morning hour / comes out like a guava flower ---- a moth pin wheels against a soft wall a lime is crushed and two fathers stand tall for a brazilian drink to celebrate a sky rocket at the heels of fate as the morning hour / comes out like a guava flower ---- everything is perfect, that I once thought was wrong everything is scrolled now, that was once stretched out long like clouds cease to be clouds, if you try to change them life balances not on but just above the rim of the morning hour, like a guava flower ---- everyone's out in their own backyard / picking blood red peppers and pretty green chard there are things we don't see in this domestic concern a billion brilliant miracles everywhere you turn ---- a mother weeps sweat in a lofty light / a poppy tint comes over her sight she breaths and imagines something cool and plain / a guava flower held up to the rain onto the morning hour / like guava power ---- there's a silver tone on the grass / there's a tempest that clutches the streets at last though they're both not really there / they fill our veins with gentle care as the morning hour / comes on like a guava flower --- there's a pear colored cadillac / crashing through the culdesac there's a chalk outline of a child at noon on the sidewalk though he's playing in his room but the guava a flower / still holds the morning hour written by : patrick brayer (8-19-97) written for stuart and dieta duncan upon the birth of their third child, guava duncan

[makehello-blog]

And I hope roses don't mind the thorns.

Patrick Brayer