My Daddy Was The Country Kissin' Bandit Poem by Miriam McKee

I wish I was country, because country is free
My daddy was country Kelso's Kissin' Bandit don't you see.
My daddy loved the ladies, all the pretty ones you know, he was happy,
always on the go, he was my daddy & I miss him so. My daddy was the Country
Kissin' Bandit, He did a lot of huggin' and a kissin'. If you have ever met him you
would know, He's a little bit country, happy go lucky, always on the go.
Mount Bryion's Country Kissin' Bandit was poor with ten kids, in red bluff he came to
visit me, we talked of spiritual life and other things you see. I learned of his love for you
and me. My daddy played the harmonica and sung me amazing Grace, My daddy worked
hard everyday building furniture at the mill, the Country Kissin' Bandit loved Jesus and our
mother with all his will, and I cried the day our daddy, the Country Kissin' Bandit died. My
daddy was the Country Kissin' Bandit he did a lot of huggin' and a kissin' . If you have ever
met him you would know he's a little bit country, happy go lucky, always on the go . He's a
little bit country, happy go lucky, always on the go.