Take It Down Poem by Lee Crowell

(written as lyrics for a blues style song)

if this man will take it down
he will burn it down
and love it down

he's been consumed in some ugly ways
he was laid out in the sun to dry
but he feels no shame for his twisted roots
he just wants you to hear his song
it doesn't need any sense
just a crossfire pick
and a stuttering strum
on a five string chord
there's not much to say
until he starts to play
and then he flaunts his thing
like a maestro king
and he takes it down
like a thunderstorm

take it down
he will take it down
burn it to the ground
and love it down

everyone watches Abigail
as she glides inside her thin silk gown
she knows how to move
and she knows just what you see
when she gets down on her knees
to unravel the mystery of your boyhood dream
she held the perfect pitch to take him down
he crumbled to the floor
with his head up in the clouds
and he could shake most anything
except his need to take it down

he sang a soldier's song crying in the night
he echoed hunger for a way back home
the young ones crawled out from cover
and the sergeants laid down their guns
to reflect on the purpose and the cause
in rhythmic drift across the field
moving closer to the blaze
let your face flush red
fill it to your lungs
and take it down

take it down
he will take it down
burn it to the ground
and love it down