I had said in my earlier post that Guy Clark makes me think of the early Kris Kristofferson and he really does. His song/poem "The Randall Knife", a tribute to his father, brings tears to my eyes just as this song fron Kris did then and does now. If it doesn't bring tears to your eyes, you have no heart.
Jody and the kid
by Kris Kristofferson
She would meet me in the morning
On my way down to the river
Waiting patient by the chinaberry tree,
With her feet already dusty
From the pathway to the levy
And her little blue jeans rolled up to her knees.
Id pay her no attention
As she tagged along beside me
Trying hard to copy everything I did,
But I couldnt keep from smiling
When Id hear somebody saying
"Looky yonder there goes Jody and the kid."
Even after we grew older
We could still be seen together
As we walked along the levy holding hands,
For as surely as the season
She was changin to a woman
And Id lived enough to call myself a man.
And she often lay beside me
In the coolness of the evening
Til the morning sun was shining on my bed,
And at times when she was sleeping
Id smile when Id remember
How they use to call us Jody and the kid.
Now the worlds a little older
And the years have changed the river
Cause theres houses where they didnt used to be,
And on Sundays I go walking
Down the pathway to the levy
With another little girl who follows me.
And it makes the old folks smile
To see her tag along beside me
Doing little things the way her mama did
But it gets a little lonesome
When I hear somebody sayin
"Looky yonder there goes Jody and the kid."