A Twang Of Country Poem by Debra DeVeney

Want your country music to have twang,
going back to the way country used to be sang.
Go back to a time that's really old school
the way most people thought wasn't to cool.

Go walking after midnight with Patsy Cline,
talk on a CB with Teddy Bear and Red Sovine.
There's four walls and Faron Young,
how about one like Kitty Wells sung.

Build a poem like the Man in Black,
Johnny Cash built him a Cadillac.
One piece at a time, one word at a time,
drinking Tequila with a little salt and lime.

Making brown eyes turn blue, digging up bones,
Tammy Wynette divorce, Mr. Fool George Jones.
Bed of roses, rose garden, rose colored glasses,
Time stands still, marches on, heals and passes.

Jolene, Bobbie Sue, Lucille, Maria and Betty Lou,
Elvira, Fancy, Marie, Ruby and a boy named Sue.
God, Grandpa, Daddy's hands and Mama tried,
Hello Darlin', Goodbye man, the angles cried.

You have blue eyes, lying eyes, crying eyes and mine,
Brown eyes turn blue, lonely eyes, eyes of my Valentine.
How about driving, crying, dancing and singing in the rain,
cheating heart, alibis, kiss goodbyes and long black train.

Twang of the Steele guitar, banjo strum, juice harp or fiddle,
of a country love song, happy, sad, gone wrong or in the middle.
A song is nothing more than poetry set to a musical tune,
Poetry is nothing more than a song that one can croon.