When you come down to Rockville town
Come out to my barn and I’ll show you around
Step right through that creaky old gate
I got 17 chickens that lay green eggs
You can see I keep old license plates
And there’s our pony, old Navajo That every kid in town has rode
Chorus:
When the rooster crows
That means company’s coming
Company’s coming
When the rooster crows
They say company’s coming
And I guess it’s true
’Cause company’s here
I like my cats at a distance, away from the house
That one there’s a pretty good mouser
Here in the barn they keep the hay clean
That one’s Blackie and this one’s Shane
There’s the old mother cat—Swirl’s her name
Every morning when I milk the cow The cats come around and meow
(Chorus)
I milked my first cow when I was five
Been milking ’em ever since
Got my first horse in ’68
Bought her out in Moccasin
Still got her offspring
Old Delta Dawn, down in the field
I’ve had Appaloosas and Arabians
But I’ll never forget Old Flame
I taught school most of my life
Reading, writing, math and science
I’ve always loved poetry—want to hear my favorite?
“You may have tangible wealth untold
Coffins of silver and coffers of gold
But richer than I you can never be
Because I had a mother who read to me” *
(Double chorus)
*Leon Lewis’s rendition of a Gillian Strickland poem
© 2006 Phillip Bimstein




