Ode To The Hc At Fair Time Poem by hollie ash

i used to drive through this old town
now no one here knows the sound
of this car I'm drivin'

it's Thursday night down at the Derby
girls dressed up, the boys gettin' dirty
and it sure looks like rain

so grab a case of Bud, meet me down at The Pines
trucks roll in, we'll all have a good time
and talk about leavin'… or stayin'

this town ain't the same, well neither am i
the people i know, we're all gettin' by
some people say that i ain't changed
but you can't be gone and still stay the same

weren't you the kid who stole my liquor?
time goes by and it's just gettin' quicker
hey man, do you got a light?

season's change, that's how we measure
but just for now let's sit here together
before i've got to fly. away

memories are a country folk's friend
and all good things must come to an end
except how these mountains roll on

this town ain't the same, well neither am i
the people i know, we're all gettin' by
some people say that i ain't changed
but you can't be gone and still stay the same

the Law, they're waitin' down at the turn
we carry on, cuz we ain't concerned
makes it hard to leave, but we know the back way out

summer's gone and now it's September
it's gettin' late but, hey, let's remember
to keep in touch this time

day breaks clean, dawn rolls in
maybe next year i'll see you again
until then… so long, friend

i stop one last time at the county line
to look at these mountains i can't call mine
but i'll be back again

this town ain't the same, well neither am i
the people i know, we're all gettin' by
some people say that i ain't changed
but you can't be gone and still stay the same